#wedding hairstyles for black brides

[littlehorrorshop]

Three Ages (1923)

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𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Emperor Seonghwa x Virgin Bride reader Summary: You dreamed that your love would be like a cherry blossom - tender and beautiful, but instead you are going to get married to the Great Emperor of the Park Dynasty - the cruel and depraved "Lunar Dragon" Park Seonghwa.

Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, s2l, Royal!AU, Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 11.6 k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, deflowering, corruption kink, first time, virgin kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet A|N: Bunnies, as promised, I am going to spoil you with something absolutely glorious and wicked at the same time. Elegant depravity, that's what this is. Although I struggled to make this work, it has turned out to be absolutely amazing. I hope you're going to love Emperor Seonghwa as much as I love him. Have fun, bunnies, tonight is the night of the fall of the stars.

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"Mom, I'm so frightened..." You barely whisper as you sit in front of the luxurious, heavy, gold-framed mirror as servants scurry about you, combing your long, jet-black hair and gathering the smooth, silky tresses into a traditional wedding hairstyle. Massive gold jewelry set with rubies and topaz framed your head and secured your long scarlet veil—the veil of a virgin bride. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with large, wide-open eyes full of anxiety, your hands trembling nervously as you clasped the thin silk of the white robe in your lap. Your whole body was slightly shuddering with a sense of fear and dread that bound your chest like stems of icy roses full of sharp thorns, which wrapped around your delicate, pale bones and prevented you from taking a full breath. It was so natural to be afraid, not only of the fact that in a few hours you would be the wife of a great and powerful man, a man who had power over everything in your world—the greatest emperor of the Park Dynasty, "Lunar Dragon" Seonghwa—but also of your first wedding night. 

"You should be proud of the fact that the Great Emperor has chosen you out of a million other girls, Y/N. His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa wants you and only you, and you must obey his wish without questioning and be the wife he would admire. You have my meaning, Y/N." Your mother said. She looked at the magnificent crimson robe, richly embroidered with gold thread, that the Emperor had chosen for you. The robe was magnificent, a perfect embodiment of His Majesty's exquisite taste and the ancient traditions of the ruling Park dynasty. Only surpassed by the brilliance of the great stars themselves and the hypnotic glow of Emperor Seonghwa's dark feline eyes were the stars and moons embroidered on the seemingly endless tail of your wedding gown. "After all, the empress must be a virgin when she ascends the throne; that is the tradition, and your purity and chastity will give the emperor a strong heir." Your mother's voice was calm and unemotional. It was as if she were talking about the most mundane of things, not your virginity. 

Your mother had explained to you many times how things were going to go down on your wedding night. She hadn't gone into great detail, only saying that you should do your best to please the Emperor. But now you had a good idea of what would happen when you were alone with the Seonghwa, and it couldn't help but frighten you. 

The marriage contract between your family and the ruling Park dynasty was made almost immediately after the birth of the current Emperor Seonghwa. Your family had many daughters, each one more beautiful than the one before. You never thought that you, the youngest of them all, would be the future wife of the Emperor. You had only met Seonghwa once, and then only briefly, remembering only his blowing in the wind silk robes, turquoise, and his long hair, the most beautiful shade of sakura blossom. 

But you have heard many gossipy stories about Seonghwa, and they filled you with fear and kept you awake at night. 

He was a cruel ruler—overbearing, selfish, proud, and arrogant. And Seonghwa was also absolutely insatiable; all the servants in the palace whispered about what a huge sexual appetite the emperor had and that his poor virgin bride would not be able to properly satisfy his hunger and desires. He had a huge harem of girls and handsome, exquisite young men who rotated in and out of His Majesty's chambers with an enviable frequency. Seonghwa never fucked the same concubine more than once. He could point his finger at anyone who interested him, and that person would be in his bed in no time. And tonight you will have to share his bed, and unlike the concubines who spend the night with him and then disappear into the luxurious gardens of the harem to continue their lives, you will have to stay by his side until death do you part, serving and worshipping him as your emperor and husband. And, of course, you will have to provide him with an heir—preferably more than one.

The purpose of your life is the continuation of the dynasty. 

You were intensely jealous of all your sisters, who were free to choose their husbands, who were free to marry for love, now that you would be the bearer of the unbearable burden of the crown. You never asked for it; you never wished for it. Seonghwa was extremely wealthy; he was the most powerful ruler in the world. He enslaved and conquered lands as if it were child's play. Even though the Emperor showered you with jewelry and gave you lavish gifts to marry, you didn't care. He would never love you, and you couldn't imagine a world where you could have love and desire for a man who knew nothing but the flames of war and debauchery. 

"I'm very scared of him, Mum..." You said again as you watched one of the maids place a golden hairpin set with a black onyx into your hair, given to you by one of the Seven Great Generals of Seonghwa, Choi San.

The dark-eyed demon had given it to you personally this morning, and looking at the man's otherworldly beauty, you couldn't help but think of the rumors that the generals were bound to Seonghwa not only by the battlefield and the hot blood that ran down their arms like scarlet rivers, but also by the silk sheets of the emperor's bed. And perhaps the devilish gleam in San's eyes as his plump, soft lips pressed sensuously against your wrist in a sign of respect meant that you would be able to confirm or deny the rumor in no time at all.

Right now, all you wanted was for your mother to make everything better for you, to spare you from the fears and terrible thoughts that swirled around in your head like a swirl of falling sakura petals, the color of which reminded you of Seonghwa's hair. You were a grown girl, hours away from becoming Empress, but there was a small part of you that longed to be safe and comforted by your mother. You wished with all your heart that she would be able to make Emperor Seonghwa change his mind and choose one of your sisters instead of you.

But it was impossible to do that. No one in this world had the right to go against the wishes of the great Emperor 'Lunar Dragon' Park Seonghwa. He chose you without even bothering to explain why, simply pointing his finger at you as you spent time with your sisters in the Imperial Garden during one of your family's visits to the palace. 

"She will be my Empress. She will be mine." Seonghwa said, and you saw the eyes of your mother glisten with tears that had not been shed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Your mother whispered to you. "But perhaps the Emperor will be a good husband. If he wants to have strong and healthy heirs, he'll have to treat you well."

Your mother tried so hard to be brave for you, and you were forever grateful to her for that. In your family, it was always believed that a man had to treat his wife well if he wanted her to bear him a large number of children. And your father really did idolize her, judging by the fact that your mother gave birth to nine children. You could only hope that Emperor Park would follow this wisdom, but you really had doubts that Seonghwa would make any effort to honor and follow your family's traditions. He probably didn't care about anything except increasing his power and satisfying his animal sexual desires. 

Seonghwa was a true dragon, not only by blood but by nature. A predatory beast dressed in silk robes and glittering jewels. 

"I will do my best to please him." You murmured, and you immediately heard the soft chuckle of a maid tucking a veil into your hair. You cast an angry glance at the slender girl, and her cheeks flushed in an instant. But you could understand the reason for her laughter. What pleasure could a virgin give an experienced and lecherous emperor, whose luxurious bed was warmed by the most beautiful and seductive girls and boys in the empire? 

It was a bit of a delusion on your part to wish for that. Most likely, Songhwa would see you as just another beautiful thing in his collection, spending the rest of your life bearing children and sitting on a velvet cushion. Once the wedding ceremony was over, you would be nothing more than his next great conquest. 

"Give me your hand, My Lady." Another of the maids spoke to you politely, and you reluctantly held out your cold palm to her. The girl carefully placed a heavy gold bracelet on your wrist, engraved with a dragon with rubies glinting ominously in its eyes; it was more like a shackle, another gift from the General, this time given to you by the magnificent Kim Hongjoong. 

As you knew, Hongjoong was not only one of the seven generals and Seonghwa's confidant, but also his close childhood friend, with whom he grew up and shared everything in his life. Hongjoong was also the one who visited you more often than the other generals. He had a devilish gaze and a sly curve of blood-red lips, and he instilled in you the same animal terror as Seonghwa himself. You thought that everything he touched or said had an ulterior motive, and frankly, you didn't really want to know the true meaning of his actions, but the smile he gave you last night when he handed you the bracelet left you no choice. Sooner or later, you will find out, but by then, it will be too late to try to escape the Golden Emperor's cage. Your life, like your body, will belong to Seonghwa from now on. 

You swallowed hard as the maids began to remove the robe from your shoulders. It exposed your sun-untouched skin. 

"My Lady, it is time..." 

You could hear your mother sobbing softly as the bloody silk flowed down your body. She seemed to be holding back the tears from all of them for your sake. Your heart was beating faster, and your fingers were starting to tremble. You were only a few hours away from your inevitable destiny and several miles of ceremonial procession, at the end of which would be the Great Lunar Dragon, Seonghwa Park.

The anxiety of it all almost made your stomach hurt. 

The wedding ceremony was grand; your golden palanquin was carried solemnly down a street strewn with flowers and silk ribbons to the cheers of the crowd welcoming their new Empress. The flash of his cherry blossom hair and the firm, possessive palm of his hand that took yours before leading you up the great staircase 'to heaven' are all you can remember of Seonghwa. It was all a blur to you—the rich scent of incense and flowers making your head spin and a nervous knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were cold in the Emperor's hot palms as you made your marriage vows. Your lips trembled as you swore to be his precious wife and to carry the burden of a great empire on your shoulders as his Empress. Tears welled up in your eyes. 

Songhwa's soft, velvety voice whispered in your ear, "You belong to me.". 

Nothing in the universe could have prepared you for his kiss - fiery, passionate, and hungry, it seemed as if Songhwa wanted to drink your soul through that kiss, to consume you whole, to turn your will and your desires to ashes. You heard the rapturous cheers of the seven generals and other cronies of the ruling Park dynasty. The Emperor's graceful palm encircled your neck from behind and pulled you closer to him. Your knees buckled, and you could barely breathe as Songhwa's long, hot tongue took possession of your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue and sliding across your palate and the inside of your cheeks. His thumb pressed lightly against the pulsing vein in your neck, your pulse racing beneath his soft fingertip as his teeth dug into your plump lower lip, almost biting to the blood. 

You wanted to scream in pain, but there were too many people around—too many angry tongues dripping venom—just waiting to start gossiping about you. So instead, you tried to distract yourself from the pain and focus on something else.

But instead, your eyes were captured by the seductive gaze of the siren belonging to none other than General Jung Wooyoung. His full, sensuous lips parted as if he were enjoying the kiss itself, the sharp tip of his tongue sliding across the soft, red flesh of his lower lip, leaving him glistening and moist. You had the feeling that his dark, almost black eyes were gliding over your body. His gaze was shamelessly undressing you, while his friend, his Emperor, was devouring your mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. You looked away in shame and embarrassment.

When Seonghwa finally let go of you and allowed you to take a long-awaited deep breath, you felt like you were going to faint. Just a small glimpse of what awaited you on your wedding night sent shivers of fear down your spine. 

"You belong to me. Forever." Seonghwa whispers again, and you have a full understanding of the meaning of his words. Yes, you really do belong to him right now.

When it's time for you to leave the ceremony and prepare for your first wedding night, you almost start to gasp. You catch San's dark, demonic gaze as he leans over to whisper something into General Kim's ear. His words cause Hongjoong's blood-red lips to curl into an evil, almost devilish grin. Even through the many layers of heavy silk, you can feel the flames of his gaze burning through your skin. 

"Your Majesty..." You turn your head to the side, only to find yourself facing the goddess Aphrodite herself, in the form of a man. General Kang Yeosang has always held a special place in your heart. Gentle and elegant like an exotic flower, his speech always soft and soothing, and his deep, velvety voice like the call of a chamois. Seonghwa's hair may have been the color of delicate sakura petals, and his eyes may have been brighter than all the stars in the endless midnight sky, but that was just a facade to hide the lustful and cruel devil that lurked inside. Yeosang, on the other hand, in spite of his wicked beauty, was the very embodiment of an angel. You will have heard the servants of the palace call him the Black Swan of the Empire. 

Yeosan's soft and gentle nature might have reassured you and even given you some semblance of comfort before Seonghwa ravaged your body and took what was now his—your virginity. But the sensual curve of his plump lips and the hungry glint in the dark eyes of the siren, General Jung Wooyoung, who now extended his palm to you in an inviting gesture, sent an icy shiver down your spine. You rarely saw Wooyoung, and when you did, there was always a decent distance or several other people between you, so you had never felt his presence as close as you did now, and you had never been so fascinated by the sharpness of his face or the small mole under his eye, and this feeling frightened you as much as it frightened Seonghwa and Hongjoong. 

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." As he turned to you, Wooyoung's voice was sultry and hoarse. It made you feel as if the flames themselves were licking at your body or at the lips of your lover in the heat of a forbidden caress. 

"I...my maids should see me out. General Jung, thank you." You bite your lip nervously and look around, hoping to find your maids and avoid the two generals' eyes on you, but instead you see Seonghwa watching you intently, his head tilted slightly to the side, a few soft pink strands falling onto his gorgeous face. If he could only have a breath, it would be majestic. Seonghwa was indeed the true embodiment of the divine Lunar Dragon.

"His Majesty, the Emperor Seonghwa, has ordered us to escort you to his chambers in person." It was Yeosang's voice this time. Something about the way he said your husband's name aroused you, and not in the most pleasant way.

"I... I'm not quite sure, General Kang." You have an almost pathetic look on your face, an attempt to delay the inevitable, and to be honest, you had no desire to be in the company of any of the seven illustrious generals right now. 

Wooyoung just grinned mischievously at your words, obviously finding you very amusing. As he leaned closer, his lips almost touched your earlobe, and you could smell the scent of sandalwood emanating from his caramel skin. 

"Don't make him wait, dear. Seonghwa is an impatient and passionate lover; the longer you resist him, the harder he will be with you, and we don't want a jewel like you to be injured, do we?" 

"Stop it, Wooyoung; you're scaring her." Yeosang hisses, but does nothing to contradict the words of General Jung. 

You swallow noisily and silently place your cold, clammy palm in Wooyoung's hand, letting him and Yeosang escort you to the Emperor's quarters. The last thing you notice as you leave the Ceremonial Hall, where the noisy festivities of the Imperial Wedding will continue until dawn, is the sensual curve of Seonghwa's luscious, plump lips as he smiles at you and the glimmer of ominous rubies in the eyes of the golden dragon on the very same bracelet you wear on your arm, jingling on Hongjoong's slender wrist as he lazily waves goodbye to you.

"You don't have to worry that hard, Y/N." Wooyoung says as he pulls the heavy silk of your wedding gown off your shoulders, and you might have resented the familiarity with which he addressed you if you hadn't felt the glide of his fingertips over your bare skin. The whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Completely beyond any conscious explanation, two great generals of the Empire are now acting as your personal maids, helping you change your dress, removing your jewelry, and unraveling the intricacies of your wedding hairstyle.

Letting them treat you like a doll, undressing you layer by layer, and exposing more and more of your body to their dark gaze, you didn't know how to react or what to say. Wooyoung's breath was hot on the back of your neck, while Yeosang's cold fingers brushed over your collarbones as he removed the massive gold necklace. They continued their actions until you were left in the thin white dress that was the base of your outfit, and the only jewelry you wore was a black onyx stud given to you by San and, as it turned out, a paired bracelet from Hongjoong. 

"Everything will be alright, Your Majesty." Yeosang gently ran his thumb over your wrist, the feel of your pulse racing under his touch. He liked the fact that he was making you nervous; your reaction brought a smile to his beautiful lips. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around your waist for a second, and his firm, hot chest pressed tightly against your back. You could swear you could feel his heart beating through your skin at that moment; he was so close to you. 

"We will leave you now, my... Empress." It was almost as if he whispered the last word into your skin. "Enjoy your night." His touch was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and you could feel the cold air of the room now caressing you as General Jung's hot body moved away from you. 

"Try to relax and let Seonghwa take care of you; I promise nothing terrible will happen to you." Yeosang leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before following Wooyoung out of the room, leaving you all alone—completely confused, frightened, and not knowing what to expect from Seonghwa if his generals could afford to treat you like this. 

"Lunar Dragon" - the great Emperor Park Seonghwa is standing in front of you. His luxurious long hair, the colour of sakura petals, was still partially gathered on his head by long crystal hairpins. Teardrop-shaped crystals were dangling from them. He had replaced his heavy ceremonial robes with a light mantle of the most beautiful snow-white silk you've ever seen - dragons embroidered in silver and turquoise danced on the fabric like in the clouds. You can see his naked, chiseled torso, his muscular chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his measured breathing. Seonghwa's appearance is completely relaxed, but everything about him is a scream of the majesty and power he has over this world. He notices the way your eyes slide down his body, his lips curling into a satisfied, smug grin. You blush and lower your eyes to the floor.

Your heart is beating at breakneck speed against your ribs, and you have the feeling that Seonghwa can easily hear the sound. Your mother told you that you might feel aroused when you were alone with the Emperor, that you would want to touch his body, taste his lips, feel his hot hands on you, and maybe even feel his mouth on your private parts, but you... you didn't want to. You didn't feel aroused at all. You were afraid of Seonghwa, and after what Wooyoung had said to you in the ceremonial hall today, you were even more afraid of him, and no amount of assurances from Yeosang that everything would be all right could change your mind. You were afraid to even look him in the eye, and you clutched the fabric of your dress nervously in your hands, trying to calm yourself.  

"My Emperor, are you going to hurt me today?" You were so stupid, good Lord, you couldn't think of anything else to say? Apart from the wedding vows, these were the first words you'd ever spoken to him directly, and you couldn't think of anything else to say: "Will you hurt me?" For some strange reason, you expected that after the wedding you would magically feel like a different person, that after saying your vows, your animal fear of Seonghwa would disappear. It didn't happen at all. You continued to feel frightened and ignorant, and completely at the mercy of the Emperor.

You could feel the weight of his heavy, hypnotic gaze on your skin as he silently scanned your body through the thin, transparent dress that you wore. He was looking at you shamelessly and greedily, and it only served to increase your fear. Seonghwa's long fingers cupped your chin and lifted your face. The soft pad of his thumb is pressed against your lower lip. You hesitantly met his gaze, your eyes instantly held hostage by the magnetic, bottomless eyes of the Emperor. Sharp and soft, demonic and angelic, sparkling like eternal stars and impenetrable like the thickest darkness, you had never met anyone with such eyes. His almost black irises flickered like flames, as if they were absorbing the glow of the candlelight. 

"Is that the way you are supposed to address your husband, hmm? Call me by my name." Seonghwa's command to you. The sound of his voice was like liquid silk. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with his graceful hand and tilted your head even higher. You had to strain your neck to hold his gaze with your eyes. 

"M-my Emperor..." Your voice trembles, and in spite of the clear command, you say something completely different from what Seonghwa wants you to say. 

His finger presses harder against your lip, the sharp nail digging into the soft flesh in a painful way, and your mouth opens automatically. 

"I want to hear you say my name, my love. And you need to obey without questioning, darling. You don't want to upset me. Do you?" Seonghwa's tone of voice is still soft and velvety, but you can hear the small hint of a hidden threat in his words. And it is scaring the hell out of you right now. To be honest, you don't want to say his name at all. There's something about it that feels like an irreversible end, like if you say it out loud, you're going to lose any semblance of controlling your life. But there can be no disobedience, especially not now.

"Seonghwa." It's easier than you thought, but for some reason, his name still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue. 

He turns away from you, instead walking over to the luxurious bed and lowering himself smoothly onto it. The flaps of his robe swing further open, and the wide silk collar slides off his shoulders as he sits down on the soft feather bed. You can't help but admire the Emperor for a moment as strands of pink hair fall across his handsome face. 

His eyes narrowed predatorily for a second. His gorgeous, god-like face takes on a sharp, animal beauty, but it's only for a moment before his expression becomes majestically relaxed again. 

"There you are, good girl." His praise is as condescending as if he were addressing one of the many maids in the palace instead of his Empress. Without taking his eyes off you, Seonghwa pushes his thumb fully into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue's soft, slippery surface. Your eyes widen at the action. "Lick it." He gives the order again, and you weakly run your tongue along the pad of his finger, leaving a thick trail of saliva on it. Then he pulls the finger out of your mouth, takes a step back, and, looking you in the eye, pushes the wet finger into his mouth. His plump lips close in an erotic way around the long appendage as he sucks weakly on it. Heat floods your whole face at this seemingly innocent act, but when Seonghwa does it, it looks so damn lewd and lascivious.

"Strip for me." Seonghwa's voice commands you.

The cold air of his chambers was now licking at your skin, causing your sensitive nipples to tense and swell in response. Embarrassed, you covered yourself with your arms and crossed your legs slightly to hide your pussy from the dark, burning gaze of the Emperor. At that moment, Seonghwa reminded you of a huge, contented cat that had gotten the cream. He leaned back slightly on his hands on the bed, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, making the muscles in his long, thin neck tense. Seductive wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way the Emperor looked right now. Depraved? Vicious? Devilish? Maybe it was all of those things at the same time. 

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His command was clear and precise, and the fear of being completely vulnerable in front of him made your heart beat even faster. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the wide waistband of your dress. It had all happened so very quickly. Your mind had barely had time for a moment's reflection. You knew that it was best to obey him and not question what he wanted. Carefully, you unbuckled the belt, and the dress slid gently down your body before it spilled out in a puddle of silk on the floor at your feet. 

"I-I... do you like it?" You asked him. Your voice was barely above a whisper. God, it was so embarrassing. Would this happen every time you shared a bed with him? You lowered your eyes to the floor, unable to bear to look at his hungry, lustful gaze. 

"Ain't you a pretty little jewel, huh? It was so sweet of you to ask me that. Now take your hands away, so that I can see the whole of your pretty body."

His words caused you to let out a soft squeak, as you were completely shocked. It was humiliating, to say the least. It was one thing to be lying naked under someone else, but it was a lot more vulnerable to find yourself completely naked in the middle of the room. But there was no way you could forbid the Emperor to look at your body the way he wanted to. The words he had spoken earlier were still running through your mind: "You belong to me." So you obeyed him once more, even though everything in your heart was telling you not to. 

"What's a gem? Are you so embarrassed already?" Seonghwa laughed grimly as he looked at your naked body; his eyes lingered on your pussy as he sensually ran the tip of his long tongue over his plump, sensual lips. "Come closer to me, darling." 

God, it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the Emperor had thought a lot about how to make you squirm without even touching you. You took a couple of steps forward until you were standing between his legs as they spread apart. 

"Now turn around for me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves, the velvety tone getting darker and more husky. Your face turned even more red, and your lips began to quiver. You slowly turned away from him so that he had a good view of your bottom. You could feel his predatory eyes on the small of your back and his greedy gaze on your crotch. You almost screamed as you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you down with all their might until you were sitting on the bed between his legs. Seonghwa pressed his body against your back, and it reminded you of Wooyoung, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when his hands cupped your breasts and his full lips were pressed against your ear. "You're supposed to please me, you know." He said. His hot breath flowed over the soft skin of your ear with each letter of the word he spoke. It sent a shiver down the length of your body. "Remember this." He squeezed your breasts roughly, causing you to give a soft whimper. 

"Yes, Your Majesty…" You breathed out.

Your breasts were terribly sensitive under his rough and skilled hands, and you were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you collapsed completely into his arms. You had no idea how pleasurable it could be; you'd never played with your boobs before. As Seonghwa's long fingers brushed lightly over your swollen nipples, a soft moan of pleasure escaped your open lips. 

"You're so sensitive, my little jewel, and that's what I love about virgins; you're all so sweet and shy, you blush and whimper at the slightest touch. But do you know what it is that I love the most?" Seonghwa asked you as he gently twisted your nipples with his long, thin fingers, making you moan and shake your head in a negative way. "Most of all, I love to see the look on their pretty faces when I stretch their tight little cunts with my big, thick cock. I love the sound of them moaning my name as they cum on my tongue." God, that was just too much. 

The combination of the Emperor's deep, hypnotic voice and how dirty and disgusting his words were almost made you whimper pitifully. His hands continued to play expertly with your heavy, plump tits, massaging and squeezing the flesh as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the hard, sensitive nipples. The tender skin of your breasts reddened under his firm grip. Unconsciously, you rested your head on his shoulder, becoming more and more lost in the sensation of his touch on your body. 

"But you are my shining star; you are special to me, unlike those whores who live only with the thought of being filled with Imperial sperm. They will never be able to stand in your shoes, and none of them will ever be the mother of my heir. None of them will ever be my Empress." One of his hands slid down your belly until his hot palm cupped your pussy in a possessive way. His long middle finger pressed between your labia to feel the moisture that had accumulated there. Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa pulled roughly on your nipple, his palm pressing even harder against your cunt. "I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy until your belly swells up with my heir." His lips brushed against your ear again, and he whispered in a sultry voice. "And maybe it won't just be mine, if you know what I mean." 

Seonghwa began to kiss your neck, leaving scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His lips were plush and moist as they glided over the sensitive veins and nerves, which flowed in bluish, translucent rivers beneath the pallor of your skin. You moaned and unconsciously pressed your pussy harder against his hand as Seonghwa's teeth bit into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The Emperor ran the tips of his fingers along the silken folds of your cunt, the moisture clinging to his fingers.

"I-I...oh..." Endless moans echoed through the room as Seonghwa's finger pads pressed against your sensitive clit. The light pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure through your body. 

"Can you feel it, my star? Do you have a sense of how swollen and wet your pussy is?" The Emperor's words caused another moan to escape your lips; your mind was hazy and distant, and Seonghwa's voice was luring you deeper and deeper into the trap of lust and pleasure. "I can feel your desire, my jewel; your little cunt wants to be filled with cock so desperately." He said. Lost in the sounds and sensations of your own body, your hips twitched as his fingers began to circle your clit. Your breathing came and went, each exhale punctuated by a soft moan of pleasure. "Your virgin pussy is throbbing under my touch, my little star. I want to see you sink into ecstasy; I want to see that shy, innocent facade shatter as you cum and wriggle under my touch." Seonghwa removed his hand from your breast, then wrapped his fingers around your chin, turning your head sideways so your lips met his. "Under my tongue." He whispered before you had the taste of his kiss for the second time that night. You were so mesmerized by the feel of the Emperor's soft, luscious lips on yours that you didn't notice him pressing his hips against you.

You were whimpering into his mouth as you felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressing down hard against your arse. Your eyes widened in fear, and your mouth opened to allow Seonghwa's tongue to enter your mouth and wrap around your tongue in a sensual way.

Seonghwa's kiss to you at the wedding ceremony was nothing in comparison to the kiss he was giving you now. The impossible, hot-tight, sinful, shameful, pleasure-filled kiss that made you gasp and whimper against his lips. A low, guttural moan escaped from his lips, becoming almost animalistic in nature as his fingers slid deeper and deeper between your folds. Seonghwa growls and pulls his lips away from yours, swollen and tortured after his caresses them. You moan loudly as his fingers circle around your clit, your juices making it slick and slippery, and that just adding the stimulation. Mindlessly, you buck your hips against his touch, and he lets you do it, enjoying how desperate you are already looking. The Emperor was right. Virgins are always so easy, too pliable, and eager to be touched. And you, his precious little Empress, are no exception. 

His eyes were the trap of vice, the bottomless pit of lust and wickedness, but you couldn't look away from them. They were lustrous and almost black, like the onyx in the jewelled hairpin San had given you. They seemed to penetrate your very soul, making you shiver. A seductive grin played across his devilishly handsome face as his fingers continued to play with your pussy, making it more and more wet and in need of attention. You gasped for breath as you felt your little hole squeeze on nothing, and a thick, gooey drop of slime poured out of you. 

"Ahm-aah...Your Majesty...ahhhh...Seonghwa." You were at a loss for words and had no formula. Pleasure curled up at the core of your being, and you rolled your eyes in delight. 

"Yes, that's right, my star. Does it feel good? Do you like it when my fingers play with your little virgin pussy, when you feel them on your throbbing, swollen clit?" He asked. The silk of his voice was a breath that was a tickle to your ear.

"Your Majesty... It's... It's so embarrassing." 

His eyes flashed with pleasure, and the grip he had on your face was like a vice grip. You felt his hips jerk forward, and he pressed his cock harder against the soft flesh of your ass. His excitement was obvious. Suddenly, his fingers stopped teasing the folds of your cunt. Seonghwa brought them to his mouth instead. His eyes sparkled like jewels, seductive and dangerous, as his long tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the viscous fluid that ran down the long appendages. 

"You're sweet—maybe too sweet for your own good." Seonghwa wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to his beautiful face, so that his lips make contact with yours once more. "And there's something you should know about me, my star: I have a horrible sweet tooth." Instantly, he releases you from his grip and changes position so that you're on your back, spread out on the beautiful sheets, his lithe body hovering over you. His hair is completely disheveled, long strands of pink falling haphazardly across his face, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks and his luscious lips, swollen from kissing and taking on a darker shade. God, he looks like a true deity, and you can see why they call him the 'Lunar Dragon'; mere mortals can never be so majestic and seductive; they are not given that magnetic pull that draws everyone to this dangerous creature like a moth to a flame. 

Seonghwa slides down your body until his hands are cupped around your thighs, pulling them apart so that your juicy, wet cunt is exposed to his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers gently down your thick, soft thighs, squeezing your flesh together for a moment, the sharp tips of his nails digging painfully into your thighs, and you make a squeal at the rough caress. It was a terrible shame to lie there, completely naked, with your legs spread wide open, while Seonghwa towered over you, still fascinating and powerful, even if he did look a little disheveled. And what was even more humiliating was that you were already so wet for him—your juices were constantly flowing from your hole and dripping between your cheeks onto the silk of the sheets—but you didn't have time to think about that when Seonghwa pressed down on your clit without warning, making you gasp loudly. You almost screamed, your legs twitching in a feeble attempt to squeeze together as he skillfully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingernail lightly scraping the tender skin. 

"You have such a sweet little cunt, my star," Seonghwa whispered as he pushed your swollen labia apart to expose the soft pink inside. He bent his face over your pussy and let his hot breath flow over the sensitive flesh, causing even more fluid to spill out of your hole. "I will only say this once, my precious. You will be a good girl and take everything I give you. I will eat that sweet virgin cunt for as long as I want. If you dare to refuse, I will fuck you without any stretches at all, and believe me, unlike you, I am going to get a lot of pleasure when my cock rips that tight cunt in half. Do you understand me?"

"I-I, yes, I understand, Your Majesty." 

The first licks from Seonghwa's tongue on your juicy pussy made you arch your back and roll your eyes. The sensation was too overwhelming for your words. As soon as the Emperor had tasted you on his lips, he began to eat you with a hungry ferocity. Seonghwa plunged his tongue into your tight, wet hole, almost biting your tender, quivering folds, his teeth clawing at your swollen, sensitive clit, making you writhe and squirm as his hands gripped your thighs tighter. 

Seonghwa lived for the pussy, and he'd tasted a lot of it over the years, but your sweet virgin cunt tasted the best of all. His little Empress had the most amazing cunt of them all—a pussy that was worthy of an emperor. 

"I can't wait to get my tongue inside you, my star. Do you like it, my Empress? Tell me. Do you like my tongue in your slutty virgin pussy?" 

"Uh, huh... I... I... it feels so good... your Majesty..." You moaned.

Your viscous slime and his own saliva now coated Seonghwa's chin as his mouth pressed greedily against you, licking and lapping up all the juices flowing from you as if they were divine nectar. Your tight hole was twitching under the caress of his tongue, begging for filling. And who was he to refuse to give it to you? 

Seonghwa slid his finger into the throbbing warmth of your vagina, feeling the slight resistance of the muscles as the long appendage stretched your virgin entrance. He did it slowly, but you moaned in spite of himself as his finger filled you. His lips circled around your clit, slowly sucking at the sensitive cluster of nerves, and Seonghwa felt the warm, silky walls of your pussy tighten around his finger. 

"Y-Your Majesty... that's a lot... I" You found it hard to speak; hot excitement was flowing beneath your skin, making you helpless and pliable for him, but a sharp slap on your thigh made you cry out loudly. The mark of his hand bloomed like a rose on the milky surface of your skin. 

You continued to whimper as you responded to the rough and vulgar words the Emperor spoke to you. Not daring to take his eyes off the way your hole was absorbing them, Seonghwa added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers, trying to hold them in, even though the burning sensation of stretching made it difficult. To make it easier for Seonghwa to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, you tried to relax as much as possible. A lump of saliva landed on the top of your pussy and spread over your delicate folds. 

"My Name. I need you to moan out my name and nothing else, my star. I want to hear you say it out loud as I destroy you with my fingers and my tongue. Your hungry cunt swallows my fingers so well, my little 

Empress."

"Look at you, my star; you're so wet for me; you literally drip into my mouth. You are not so clean and pure any more, are you? Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would like to have her cunt licked?" The squelching of your wetness and Seonghwa's saliva as he slid two fingers in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting.  Seonghwa was mesmerized by the way your pussy clung to his fingers, his tongue circling the edges of your vagina, slipping inside slightly each time his fingers came out of you. 

You arch your back and feel a strange, crushing tension build up in your lower abdomen, and you clench the silk sheets in your fists. It's frightening, but somehow you have a desire for it to consume you completely. 

"Seonghwa, I... Oh God... I, I don't know, this feeling inside me..." Your breathing is ragged, with each word coming out of your mouth with difficulty. The Emperor lifts his hypnotic gaze up to you, his mouth still pressed against your pussy. His eyes are so dark and hypnotic—glimmering black stars in the lacy frame of his eyelashes—and you swear you see a flash of golden glow in them before it fades, leaving only lust and insatiable hunger. 

"My little Empress, you are about to cum for the first time, are you? Jewel, you must wait until I say so." Seonghwa growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh harder and harder, and you could already see the purple and black bruises that were beginning to form on your skin. "Your slutty cunt won't be able to come until I tell you to." You whimper pitifully at the command of authority in his velvety voice, your pussy clutching onto his two fingers. 

But Seonghwa doesn't seem to have had enough and decides to stretch you even further, trying to push a third finger inside you, causing you to squeal and jerk your hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation inside you, but it has the exact opposite effect. Your abrupt movement forces his fingers deeper into you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside, and you gasp at the sharp sensation of delight that rips through you like a bolt of lightning. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't even notice the tip of his third finger as it enters you. 

Seonghwa is sucking on your clit in an almost lazy way, stretching and stimulating you at the same time. 

"S-Songhwa!" You almost start to cry, your eyes filling with tears from the mixture of feelings and emotions. This is too good to pass up, but at the same time, too much for you to bear. "Please, Seonghwa, Your Majesty." 

"Hmm, are you beggin' me already, my star? My little Еmpress, if you can't take my fingers, then you'll never be able to take my cock, and that is literally your only responsibility in life. To lie here in my bed and to fuck me like this. Your husband and your Еmperor. Seonghwa replies, licking the broad stripes between your trembling soft folds and pulling her fingers out of you to suck on your clenching, flowing hole. 

"I'm sorry... I'm t-trying to be a decent wife to you... I'm so sorry." You stutter. 

The Emperor slid three fingers back into your pussy, stroking your velvety walls and pressing the pads of his fingers against your G-spot as he did so. 

"You're so sweet, begging and crying like a pretty little girl, but you're not a girl anymore. You're my wife, my Empress, so be damned obedient to me and take everything I give you without objection." When he had finished speaking, his lips were around your exhausted clit again. 

"Oh, please, Seonghwa! P-please, I need...I want...please let me come...I promise I'll be so good to you." Tears streamed down your face as your whole body began to shake a little, and you lifted your hips to press even harder against Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa seems to have decided to spare you this time, enjoying how desperate and needy you look—all that crying and whining, and he hasn't even fucked you properly. But it's not over yet. 

"If you want it so badly, darling, you can cum." As soon as those words fall from his flushed, swollen lips, it feels as if your whole body is completely attuned to his every command or desire, and you arch up almost immediately, rolling your eyes and experiencing your first real orgasm on Seonghwa's long, slender fingers. Seonghwa lets out a deep, low moan as he watches you writhe in pleasure as he continues to finger-fuck you until you begin to whimper and beg him to stop.

"I'm not done with you yet, my star." Seonghwa whispers in a grim voice as he pushes his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You're almost incoherent at this point, shaking with excitement as he pulls his fingers out of you and crawls up your body to pull you into a hot, dirty kiss. His lips, chin, and cheeks are wet and sticky with your juices, but he doesn't care; he doesn't bother wiping, preferring to fuck your mouth with his tongue. 

As Seonghwa pulled away from your lips and allowed you to take a full breath, the look on his face took on that predatory animal look that you'd seen on him before tonight, and it was crystal clear to you what was going to happen next. Fear and excitement at the prospect of finally losing your virginity mix together in your heart. You weren't sure if the feeling was one of relief or horror, but your body was already on edge with anticipation. You could feel your stomach twist with desire and excitement, and you were absolutely shocked that your body reacted in this way even after an orgasm. 

"And now, my little Empress, I would like to show you what it means to be the wife of the Emperor. His beautiful cock sleeve." Seonghwa gets down from you, but only to take off his silk robe and to pull his trousers down over his long legs until he is completely naked. His hair is now completely loose, long strands the color of sakura petals falling freely over his shoulders and chest. You would want to admire how beautiful his face looks framed by his pink silk hair if your eyes weren't focused on his cock pressed against his flat, embossed belly. Like everything about His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa, his cock was just as magnificent and attractive: the hard, thick length was slippery and glistening with pre-cum flowing from the dark pink head, the vein bulging with tension stood out on its velvety girth, and overall, his cock made you inexplicably want to run your tongue over it and taste its flavor. You swallowed loudly, turning your head to the side, a crimson blush of embarrassment mixing with the lust that now filled your veins with something intoxicating and forbidden and spreading across your rounded cheeks. 

Your mouth opened to say something, but you quickly shut it when you noticed that he had raised his perfect eyebrow in a slightly mocking expression. His movements were slow and elegant as he crawled across the bed towards you like some mythical beast. Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before he pulled you towards him until his body was between your spread legs. He towered over you—magnificent, almost divine—making you feel small and fragile. Strands of his long, sakura-colored hair fell around his slender body. His smooth skin shimmered like liquid gold in the soft, diffused light of the candle.

His graceful hand slid up the curve of your thigh, caressing your soft skin where the marks of his possessive touch had already blossomed, and higher and higher until it reached your full breasts. Seonghwa squeezed your breast before running his fingers around the swollen pink nipple. A pitiful moan escaped your lips as his luxurious, juicy lips connected with another hardened bud and sucked it roughly into his hungry, beautiful mouth. You meowed in response, the new kind of stimulation causing you to arch your back in pleasure and unconsciously push your breasts closer to him. He purred velvetily, flicking his tongue over your tender nipple until it was glistening and wet from his attention. 

Without hesitating, the Emperor lifted his knee between your hips, forcing them to spread further apart, allowing him to slip between them. Your hands rose hesitantly and floated in the air for a second before you found them lying on Seonghwa's strong shoulders. His skin felt warm and soft under your fingers. Your body tensed, and a small cry escaped your parted lips as you felt Sonhwa's teeth bite into your chest, and soon a mark resembling a shining crescent moon formed where his teeth had been. Suddenly, the Emperor grabbed hold of your wrists and lifted your arms above your head, restricting your movements and locking you completely into the cage beneath his body. 

"And now you would like to touch me, my little Empress?" Seonghwa grinned grimly. "First of all, I want to take what is rightfully mine, my star. Beg me for it." He let out a growl. Like a dark, forbidden caress, the low, vibrating sound of his voice went through your body. The heavy, velvety length of his cock pressed against the inner side of your thigh. You wanted to run away, to hide from that bottomless, hypnotic gaze of lust and hunger, but at the same time you wanted more of him, to feel everything you'd never felt before. The thought of how Seonghwa would enjoy you, how he would use you for his own pleasure, and how he would make you his own, subjecting you to his will and his power, made you long for that feeling. You desperately wanted to belong to him.

"Please, my Emperor, Seonghwa, take me. I belong to you." You barely managed to whisper the words, but the Emperor was able to hear them clearly. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, exposing your slender, delicate neck. His hot body merged with yours as his head sank into the curve of your neck. The swollen, wet head of his cock pressed against your trembling pussy. He was still holding your wrists tightly above your head, his sharp nails digging into your skin, but your hips were lifting to meet him as Seonghwa moved forward, weakly, and rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. A low, languid moan escaped from his throat as your soft labia parted a little, allowing his cock to slide into the warmth of your wet cunt. 

"You are so impatient, darling. And that's another thing I like about virgins—once they've tasted pleasure, they stop controlling themselves and start asking for more. Look at you; you're so desperate for me to fuck you, little Empress. Can't you wait for my cock to be inside of you?" He looks so smug, his ego shining brightly in his dark eyes, and a lecherous smile has blossomed on his plump lips. Your natural essence thickly coats his thick cock, allowing it to slide easily through your warm folds, the head of his cock touching your sensitive clit with every move he makes. He is laughing at you, at the way your body is haunting him at every moment. Once again, the Emperor is proving you to be right—you really are hungry for more. You want to feel him all over you.

Seonghwa loves the way you look underneath him—your flushed face, wet from the tears you shed earlier from your orgasm, your skin covered with bruises and his bite marks, and of course, your wet little cunt begging to be filled to the brim with his cum. Maybe that's why he can't hold himself back any longer and slowly begins to push his cock into your oozing hole. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you, and although you had been prepared for it, the way his thick girth stretched your silky walls made you squeeze your eyes shut and feel a slight burning sensation. Seonghwa's cock was too big and thick for you, at least for now, but somehow you didn't doubt that he was going to fuck you until you could easily take his whole length at once. 

When his cock was all the way inside of you and his balls were pressed against your plush arse, he let out a guttural, almost growling, moan as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Your cunt was everything he'd imagined—tight and hot and silky—divine. A small shiver of pleasure went through his body as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. Your answering moan was an unrestrained one, grateful for the hot, thick length of it as it displaced your emptiness, stained your chastity, took away your purity, and filled you instead with an insatiable need. 

He hardly gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock before he began fucking you mercilessly. Obscene sounds filled the air with each of his hard and deep thrusts, mingled with your whimpering and long moans, as well as his enthusiastic purring of satisfaction as he tormented you. His warm breath filled your mouth, forming a subtle contrast to the uncompromising demand of his tongue as it penetrated your mouth and tasted you as you moaned and whimpered. Seonghwa feels that he has become a little bit dependent on you and that he will probably never be able to satisfy this hunger that he now has for you. Your slippery pussy tightened around him impatiently and greedily, hot and wet, squeezing him so hard that Seonghwa let out a low moan of pleasure. 

Seonghwa lets go of your hands and wraps the palm of his hand around your thin neck instead, squeezing it lightly. His grip on your throat makes you gasp, and your moans are hoarse and soft.

"You are all mine." He growls, watching as his cock enters and exits your tight, pink cunt, a thick vein stretching along your silken walls with every movement of his beautiful and skilled hips. Seonghwa can't help but marvel at the way your juices are coating the velvety length of his cock as it plunges deep into you. Your hands dig into the sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as you do so. "Who is your husband? Your Emperor? Tell me, my little star!" Seonghwa demands as she presses her fingers around your neck more tightly. 

"Y-y-you!" You screamed, but the sound of your voice was so distorted that it was barely audible. Your thighs began to ache from Seonghwa's relentless thrusts, but you didn't know if you wanted to ask him to stop when his cock kept hitting the most pleasurable spot inside you, making you feel every cell in your body heat up until it was white. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes, exactly the same—mesmerizingly sparkling stars like the ones in Seonghwa's eyes. "Seonghwa, that's you! You are my husband, my Emperor!"

"That's right, you treat me so well, my little Empress. I am going to fuck you until you are swollen with my heirs and until your little pussy is dripping with my cum day and night. My beautiful star, don't you think that we should give the seven great generals a taste of your divine cunt, as well? Let them saturate you, let them breed you, and let them shower you with caresses and praise. They are magnificent lovers, my star—passionate, tireless, and demonic—and they crave you so much. And here's something else you should know about me, my little Empress: I share everything with them—the battlefield, power, life, bed, and of course, I will share you with them, my beautiful wife." Seonghwa stops what he is doing and looks down at your trembling, delicate body lying underneath him. You can feel how his demonic gaze is burning into you before he grabs hold of your waist and quickly forces you down on all fours, lifting your bottom up into the air. His hand slides along the curves of your inner thighs, running his fingers over the warmth of your cunt and oozing sticky nectar. Two slender, long fingers rub your quivering hole, and you clench involuntarily at the tantalizing sensation of his fingers. 

"Say it once more." He orders you as he presses down on your clit and begins to rub it in rapid circles. You let out a shrill cry, your voice echoing through the luxurious imperial chambers. 

"Seonghwa! I am yours. You are my Emperor. You are my magnificent husband."

The Emperor let out a purr in response to your words, which sound silky and almost sinful. He pressed himself against you once more, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your face was pressed against the pillow before a graceful hand pulled your hair and pressed you against his wet, hard chest. He never stopped his hips from moving. His pace was sure and persistent, his lack of mercy cruel to your tender, sensitive cunt that had never known such sensations before, but still you moaned with pleasure. 

"You are going to cum on my cock, my beautiful star." His teeth graze across your ear before Seonghwa bites down on the lobe of your ear.   All of a sudden, his fingers find your swollen clit and make slow half circles over it, stimulating you even more. Immediately, you feel yourself tightening around his thick cock; your mouth falls open, and your lower lip begins to quiver as you feel that sweet tension at the bottom of your belly. Your orgasm is like a starburst of sensations—the pleasure exploding beneath your skin, stinging you like sharp shards of broken stars—and you almost lose yourself in the sensation. You moan so loudly that you swear the servants outside the door can hear you loud and clear, but whether it's the servants or perhaps one of the seven handsome generals, you have no way of knowing. 

Seonghwa lets go of your hair and grabs your waist instead, digging his nails into your flesh until it bleeds. The squishing sound your pussy makes every time his balls slap against the soft plush of your arse draws a deep animal growl from Seonghwa's throat, the great dragon inside him coming out. The warm, sticky liquid slowly seeps out between your thighs as you shiver and melts into Seonghwa's arms as he holds you upright, your head resting on his shoulder. But it doesn't last long. In a second, you're on your back again, facing the godlike Lunar Emperor. 

He stares down at your emaciated face and at the glistening beads of sweat on your brow. His smug smile was devilish and vicious; he spread your legs again, watching the heat of your tiny, squelching cunt as it greedily swallowed his cock. 

"Oh, your pussy is so beautiful, my star. A perfect little cunt to be filled with the emperor's cum, to be a breeding." Seonghwa's words are nothing more than the sweetest praise wrapped in pure sin. 

Holding your breath, your body feeling boneless and tired, you nod recklessly at his words.  

"You will cum again, my star. You're going to scream out my name so loud that everyone in this palace will know just how good a fuck I give you." He lifted one of your legs and pressed it up against the side of your chest. In this new position, you felt stiff and small under the Emperor's exquisitely elegant body, yet your pussy continued to greedily milk his cock. The vulgar, disgusting words that Seonghwa spoke to you in his deep, velvety voice made your head spin around. It made you feel so soft and sweet. 

Seonghwa fucked you in a deep and rough way. You could still feel the remains of your orgasm boiling in your belly—so sensitive, almost painful. As the head of his cock kissed your cervix, your body tensed, and every muscle in your body tightened like a silk ribbon. Yet, as if it's his only purpose in life, Seonghwa continues to split your heart. You roll your eyes, your lips quiver, and your chest shakes with sobs. You look completely fucked up as you lie there, taking everything the Emperor gives you.

"Who do you belong to, little Empress?"

"I-I, yours, Seonghwa..." You let out a gasp as you felt the tingling sensation of a new orgasm flutter around your pussy. Your soft walls clenched hard, almost restricting Seonghwa's movements, contracting and pulsing around his thick cock. 

"Louder!" He crashes his hips into you, your skin reddening where his thighs made contact with yours.  

"S-Seonghwa, I belong to you, only to you... ah!" 

You feel like you're drowning—falling rapidly and irreversibly into the depths of a bottomless ocean of pure pleasure as Seonghwa's fingers press against your swollen, torn clit. Your orgasm is all-consuming—your vision disappears for a second, your breath is trapped in your chest, and all you can hear is the raging roar of the blood in your veins. You scream—piercingly loud—but the sound barely reaches you. You're shaking, your whole body twisting and writhing from the wild intensity of your orgasm as Seonghwa continues fucking you relentlessly. Seonghwa's skilled fingers move over your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips, making your body shake around him as you go through blissful orgasm. Your juices rush between the two of you, spilling over and down the silk of the sheets. 

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, Seonghwa..." You cried out, the tears running freely down the sides of your face.

Seonghwa leaned forward and captured your lips in an incredible kiss, his hips pressing hard against you as he began to pour his cum as deep as he could, savoring how hard and greedily your pussy milked his cock, your silky walls trembling around him. After a few moments, he slips out of your exhausted pussy, lets go of your leg, and lies down next to you on the bed, his head dropping to your chest as he cuddles closer to you, listening to your heart pounding furiously beneath his cheek. The Emperor intertwines your fingers with his own in the most intimate and tender of gestures. Still in a daze, you lie motionless on the bed and allow him to do whatever he wants to you. 

The Great Lunar Dragon is curled up beside you like a purring, cream-fed cat. He looks completely relaxed and peaceful. Your eyes wander aimlessly around the luxurious chambers, trying to collect your thoughts, but it's only for a moment before your eyes widen—frightened and in disbelief—as you meet the gaze of none other than the great, demonically beautiful General Choi San. Your soft scream attracts the attention of Seonghwa, and his eyes are lazily open to see what it is that has upset you so much. 

"Ah, Sannie, you have frightened my star." Seonghwa reluctantly gets up from you and lightly covers your body with the sheet, but it does little to help the situation, as you can feel the general's sultry gaze burning into your skin. "You should have waited until the morning at the very least; you are too impatient, do you know that?"

"My precious Empress made a sound that was too tempting for me to resist, Hwa. I am nothing more than a male slave of my most beautiful mistress." San purred, got up, and crept towards the bed like a big cat of prey. He moves clean and elegantly, and you can't help but be enchanted by what you're seeing. But the spell is broken as soon as you feel the bed begin to sag under the weight of his body. In an attempt to shrink and hide your body from this breathtakingly handsome man, you pull your legs up. Seonghwa notices this and gently puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and giving you a light kiss on the cheek. 

"My star, you have no need to be afraid of San; he is as gentle as a kitten. You will have fun playing with him, I assure you." Seonghwa's voice was like melting honey on your skin, and you wished you could relax, but the whole situation was just wild; this is totally not how you expect a first wedding night to go. "But first we need to bathe, and then we can go and play again, my little Empress; the night is still so young." Seonghwa literally sings, letting you go and moving around the bed until she is next to San. You watch in silence as the emperor's plump, sensual lips touch the sharp cheekbone of the general for a moment before he rises from the bed and pulls a silk robe over his naked body. "I trust everything has been prepared." It is clear that the question is not directed at you. 

"Of course it has; Wooyoung and Yeosang have taken care of it." San extends his hand to you. It is the same inviting gesture that General Jung used before leading you to Seonghwa's chambers. "Come with me, my precious Empress. Your servants are waiting to please their mistress." 

[poolajada]

12 TYPES OF FLOWERS FOR YOUR BRIDAL HAIRSTYLE

On your big day, it has long been customary to accessorise your hair with pretty flowers. The majority of women put beautiful jasmine flowers, also known as gajras, in their hair on the day of their wedding. These gajras are unquestionably lovely, but they have also lost their freshness.The Poola Jada with real flowers helps embellish your beauty in the style of garlands.

It’s true what they say, “Blooms and weddings go hand in hand.” Several components of the celebration, such as the decor, garlands, and the bride’s attire, heavily depend on flowers. Given how nice it is, why not? They instantly provide brightness and fragrance to whatever they are a part of. Most brides choose floral motifs, especially for their hairstyles, probably because of this.

We have a list of flowers that you can use to decorate your hair on the big day if you are also tired of gajras and want to try something new.

PANSIES

The amusing thing about these lovely blooms is that, although the majority of us have seen them frequently, we don’t know their name. They’re called pansies, and there is no denying that they are among the most beautiful flowers. These are a great option for your sangeet, mehndi, or haldi look because they come in a number of vibrant colors like purple, fuchsia, magenta, and more.

BABY’S BREATH

Searching for the greatest flowers to wear in your bridal hair? Let’s move on to baby’s breath, which is currently the second-most popular and fashionable flower on the bridal market. These adorable small items have a certain quality that can effortlessly improve your appearance. These flowers can be used to accent a bun, a braid, or any other type of hairstyle, for that matter. Its diminutive size also makes it simple to combine them with other flowers, such as daisies, roses, etc.

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Can the slashers meet Eddie Gluskin? I am just curious you don’t have to if you do not want to. And have a good day or night😊

Warning: MY KNOWLEDGE OF EDDIE GLUSKIN IS ALMOST NONE EXISTENT AND THIS IS AN INTERPRETATION OF WHO I THINK HE IS. PLEASE. DON’T COME AT ME.

Eddie Gluskin AKA "The Groom"

- 46 years old

- Patient with OCD and post-traumatic disorder. Obsessed with finding himself a wife. Abused physically and mentally as a child.

- Very tall and muscular man, middle-aged, with a black slicked back disconnected undercut hairstyle which is neatly combed down and light blue eyes.

- Eddie's face is covered with red scabs, skin peelings and he has a severe case of subconjunctival hemorrhage in both eyes, the right more so than left.

Face claim for him: Cillian Murphy.

VERY DANGEROUS. APPROACH WITH CARE.

Once you read his file, you frowned as you learned that Eddie Gluskin had been abused at a young age. You already felt bad for him. You knew that the first thing that man would need once entering St Louis was to have his personal space as patients with post-traumatic disorder needed to be handled with care—especially the first few days. Hence, you decided to keep his arrival a secret from the slashers at first, as to not frighten him. You were walking towards the entrance with General McCain and a couple of his men when you were made aware he had arrived.

"Be careful. He has already killed two guards in Mount Massive Asylum not a week ago. He is a tough guy."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Don’t worry, James. I know how to handle tough guys…"

James nodded with a small smile on his face before he opened the door for you and you entered the room where a handful of policemen were waiting. They were surrounding a man who was chained down to the bench he was sitting on. The man was quiet and his eyes were facing down to the ground. You took a few steps forward before making your way through the policemen to reach the patient.

You stood before him.

"…Eddie Gluskin I presume ?"

The man remained silent for a while before he slowly raised his eyes to look at you.

"…"

He didn’t speak a word. He just started staring at you before you smiled and decided to introduce yourself.

"Y/N L/N. But, you can call me Nurse Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You extended your hand forward and Eddie Gluskin stared at it for a moment. You chuckled awkwardly as you realised he couldn’t really shake it as he was chained up.

"Oh. Right. Sorry about that. I—" You were cut short when you felt a pressure on your knuckles and your eyes widened as you realised that Eddie Gluskin had just kissed your hand.

…

He then looked up at you with a smile and finally replied.

"Pleasure shared…"

You blinked twice in astonishment before you quickly retreated your hand and Eddie simply smiled at you. Little did you know…You had just unintentionally became Eddie Gluskin’s next 'wife'.

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First time meeting the slashers:

Freddy *appears wearing a wedding dress* : "Heard you were looking for a wife ?"

…What did you expect from the simp master himself ? Of course he would shoot his shot. Eddie is hot. In the way that he is tall, muscular and could rip Freddy to shreds…Of course Freddy would simp for him.

Eddie likes him, but only because he finds him amusing. Eddie chooses his wives upon various very strict criteria. Unfortunately, Freddy wouldn’t make the cut.

Freddy *looking at Author* : "Hey ! What’s that supposed to mean ?!"

When Brahms met Eddie, they both did not really talk much. However, after Eddie spent a little more time around Brahms, he started finding his company enjoyable…

Let’s be honest here.

Brahms would be the perfect bride for Eddie. Brahms is sweet, attentive and touch-starved. So, Eddie would surely like him.

But, I think Eddie would also see him as a child so maybe he wouldn’t try anything, but they would hit it off pretty quickly as two very distinguished gentlemen.

Alpha male standoff.

Eddie Gluskin is the same height and bulk as Michael, which means in Michael language: danger. Michael is like the daddy of the slashers. He protects them. So the first thing that would go through his head would be:

Should I be worried about that guy ?

And the answer is yes.

Eddie Gluskin also noticed the chain of power around St Louis and immediately noticed that all the slashers respected or didn’t mess with Michael. And you—his precious future wife—dared to spend a lot of time around Michael.

So, they wouldn’t really like each other.

Pennywise once pranked him by pretending to be you and Eddie kissed him. Eddie genuinely thought it was you and was so happy…until he opened his eyes and saw it was Pennywise.

…

He punched Pennywise in the face so many times that it took 6 nurses to get him off Pennywise.

Penny bit Eddie Gluskin’s arm because of what he did to his brother.

…

He liked the taste.

Jason met Eddie Gluskin when he was tending to his frogs. He was in the garden near the pond when Eddie came and sat down next to him. They started spending time together and Eddie even started helping him with his frogs.

They became friends—which is quite a feat considering Jason’s trust issues.

…Father Paul’s face after Eddie Gluskin came to him for the 11th time to ask him to officialise his marriage to you. (Give the poor man a break. 🤣)

Even though, A: You’re not aware of it.

B: Eddie Gluskin is mad.

And C: Father Paul is obviously no longer a priest.

But he still does it every time because A: He is bored, and B: Eddie doesn’t leave him alone unless he somehow convinces him that he would so…

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Four - The Bond of Marriage

Warnings for this Chapter: tooth rotting fluff (you might wanna prepare some tissues, friends), suggestive smut/light smut, did I mention fluff?

Word Count: 5,3k

a/n: This chapter means so much to me. I put so much time, love and passion in it; wanting to make it perfect. I hope I did. 🙏🏼💚

Shout outs in this Chapter: @sagitternolunaspace once again for the Midgardian (pre-) wedding traditions! @asgards-princess-of-mischief for choosing the bridesmaids dresses! @smolvenger for the bride's hairstyle! @fictive-sl0th for being my flower girl! @lokiforever & @brokenpoetliz , which whom I designed the locations with! @frzntrx for choosing Loki's wedding ceremony armour. @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 for drawing Y/N's beautiful wedding dress, aaand @loz-3 for designing Y/N's and Loki's wedding rings! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! From the bottom of my heart! I loved doing this with you all together! 💚

This song fits the vibe of this chapter:

💍 Chapter Three °☆• Chapter Five 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

"What kind of ridiculous Midgardian pre-wedding tradition is that, love?" Loki scoffed; crossing his arms over his chest as he sat down on the bar stool in front of the kitchen counter. "Spending the night before the wedding apart? Why would somebody do that?"

You couldn't suppress the small giggle leaving your lips, as you placed the cup of tea on the counter in front of your fiancè. "Thank you," he grumbled.

"Because it's tradition, babe." "Yes, I know, but what is the purpose?" You watched him take a sip, as he sat there in his grey boxershorts and black sleep t-shirt; hair a mess. You bit your lip; trying hard to not get caught up now.

"Well, uh, it's an ancient excise and was made to ensure that the bride keeps her maidenhood until the wedding night." Loki frowned and scoffed again. "Ridiculous. Like I said. You aren't a maiden, Y/N. This... ancient excise is invalid." "Yes, I know that, babe." You giggled again and explained further. "But nowadays it's kinda because of the organisation." "Organisation?" You nodded. "Yes. It's easier for the bride to stay at home, so that she doesn't have to drag all the things she needs for the wedding along to her maid of honour in the morning. Since you aren't supposed to see me before the wedding ceremony, you have to leave nevertheless, so..."

Loki sighed. Unfortunately, your words made sense. "Alright, alright. I understand." You smiled and rested both elbows on the black surface underneath you, so that you were able to slightly lean over the counter; brushing your nose against Loki's. "Does that mean you agree to it?" You whispered; still smiling.

The corners of Loki's mouth lifted; deep blue eyes mapping out the features of your face. "Darling, that's a very big request you are making... Asking me to stay a whole night away from you just because of a tradition..." "I-I know, babe, but-" "It's better that way, I know," Loki interrupted you; sighing deeply.

Drama queen.

Suddenly, you felt his warm hand against your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Let's pretend I agree to it... What do I get out of this, my love? Besides a cold, lonely bed?"

Your heart threatened to skip a beat, but you quickly tried to keep your composure - successfully.

"Well..." You spoke in a quiet, yet seductive voice and rounded the counter. The god's eyes stuck on you; following every step you took. You slowly approached him, while Loki spun around his bar stool with a smooth movement of his arms; now facing you.

You bit your lip; smiling up to him and placing both your palms on his naked thighs. "I, um... I don't know, I could... Text Nat and tell her that I'll be thirty minutes late to our meeting." You said nonchalantly; shrugging your shoulders and innocently massaging the hard muscles underneath your palms.

A low chuckle rumbled through your fiancè's chest and before you could react, Loki slid from the chair, hoisted you up and sat you down on the black, slate counter; coming to stand between your opened legs. A small squeak left your lips, since you did not see that coming.

Now Loki was the one who hand his hands on your pyjama shorts clad thighs; playing with the baby blue fabric.

"Make it an hour and we have an agreement," he purred; leisurely stroking your hot skin. "Deal," you breathed and greedily pulled him in for a feverish kiss, until you both ran out of air.

Your grinned at Loki; hand already aiming for the front of his grey boxershorts, when he suddenly stopped you and battered your hand away. "Ah.Ah.Ah, my love," he tutted and reached for your mobile. "Text Romanoff first." You complied, of course, and sent your best friend a quick message.

Loki gave you a smouldering look, "Good girl." and laid your phone aside again. "And now lift that pretty ass of yours, so we can get rid of those unnecessary garments."

Exactly an hour later, you knocked on Natasha's apartment door. It took her not even a minute to appear in the door frame; arms crossed and smirking. "I'll better ask not why you are an hour late?" You nodded in agreement. "Nah, better not." Your best friend giggled. "That's all I needed to know. Now come in." The widow stepped aside; granting you access.

"Oh, hey, Bruce!" You saw the doctor sitting at Natasha's desk in the corner of your eye, while walking past the small office. He wore his glasses and was - hence, you didn't know what he was doing.

When Banner heard your voice, he lifted his head and gave you a smile. "Hey, Y/N." A smile, which you returned. "You good?" He nodded. "Perfect. How about you?" "Well... Quite nervous, to be honest. But also excited." His smile widened. "Understandable."

After the little conversation, you followed Natasha into the living room and made yourself comfortable on her sofa.

"I hope you don't mind that he's here..." You shook your head. "Of course not. Why should I? He's your boyfriend!" She just shrugged her shoulders; smiling innocently. "I don't know. Perhaps you want to talk about something which isn't meant for his ears - beside the wedding stuff." Another laugh slipped past your lips. "I mean, I could, but... No."

You and Natasha talked the wedding through - from 'start' to 'finish'. It was important for you to make sure that nobody who helped to organise this forgot anything and that everything would go smooth and without an incident. Well, and since Nat was your maid of honour and main wedding planner, you talked with her, of course.

After all was settled, last minute preparations were made. The hours flew by quickly and it took you and the widow longer than expected. Therefore, it was already late when you closed the door of yours and Loki's shared apartment; the sun already setting over New York City.

"Babe?" You called out for your fiancè. The answer came quickly. "Bedroom, love!" You followed is voice and went to the bedroom; finding him packing a duffel bag for his 'sleepover' at Thor's. He didn't want to stay in a hotel, so his brother and sister-in-law's house was the only option. Thor and Jane were more than fine with it and so was Loki - luckily.

"Hey," you greeted him; smiling. The god lifted his head. Stunning blue eyes meeting yours. "Hello, love." He returned your smile. "I see you are back?" You nodded, while walking over to him; immediately wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your upper body against his. Like clockwork, Loki's arms engulfed you; hugging you even closer against him.

Your fiancè bestowed a lingering kiss on the crown of your head. "Everything prepared for tomorrow?" He mumbled against your hair, but loud enough for you to hear. You hummed in response; voice muffled by the sweatshirt he wore. "Mhm."

Loki didn't answer. He just continued to hold you close.

The both of you enjoyed the other's closeness; lost in touch and love. Your head rested against his chest; ear laying right where his heart was. The sound of his strong and steady heartbeat caused realisation to wash over you.

You were finally going to marry this man... Tomorrow.

Suddenly, it became so real; almost so close that you could reach it with your fingertips. It sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"Babe..." You quietly spoke up. "Can you believe that we are getting married in less than twenty-four hours?"

A low, gravelly chuckle left the god's slip. "No, darling. It feels like a dream which is too good to be true." You nodded against his chest and took a deep breath.

Gods, he smelt so good.

"Something along that, yes..."

A few beats of silence passed, until Loki spoke up. "I think I never looked to anything else in my life as much forward as I do to tomorrow. I cannot wait to finally make you entirely mine."

His words sent a jolt of pure happiness and love through your body; heartbeat quickening.

"Me too, babe. Me too. Feels like I have been waiting for this all my life."

After thoroughly saying goodbye to Loki for the rest of the evening and upcoming night, you made yourself a little something to eat and then curled up in bed with a book; reading for a while, before you decided to go to sleep early.

Sure, you could've stayed up longer, but you knew that it was going to take you probably hours to actually sleep in. There was just too much excitement running through your veins; mixed with a tinge of nervosity - and you should be proven right...

On the next morning, your alarm clock threw you out of bed at seven o'clock sharp. Still a bit sleepy, you stood up and trotted into the bathroom. You paid the loo a visit (almost sleeping in again; sitting on the bowl) and then decided to firstly eat something, since your stomach was growling and protesting in hunger.

You still were kind of half asleep, when you passed the living room in order to get to the kitchen. But when your half lidded eyes landed coincidentally on your wedding dress for the ceremony, which you had placed there yesterday evening after Loki was away, you suddenly were wide awake.

YOU.WERE.GOING.TO.MARRY.TODAY!

You couldn't suppress the exciting squeal bubbling up in your throat; followed by a little happy dance.

You immediately grabbed your phone and tapped in lightning speed on the contact you had in mind; followed by the green button. About three rings later, an excited voice greeted you. "Good morning, bride." "I am going to get married today, oh my gosh!" You literally screamed; causing Natasha to giggle at the other end of the line. "Indeed, babes. Today is the day. Do you feel the nerves already?" You took a deep breath; giggling. "Now I do, yes." "Don't worry, babes. It's gonna be the best day of your life." You smiled to yourself. "I hope so." "I know so," answered Nat promptly.

You hung up with your best friend then; having to get some food inside you in order to calm your nerves a bit.

After that, you called Loki and talked to him quite a few minutes, which helped to ease yours - and his nerves as well. You would've loved to talk longer to him, but Natasha was minutes away from knocking at your door and helping you to get ready. You weren't even able to finish that thought, when you heard loud knocks coming undoubtedly from your door.

"Come in!"

Your best friend didn't waste a second and stormed inside; hugging you with a smile and an excited, happy squeal. "Let's get you ready and make the most beautiful bride Asgard has ever seen out of you," Nat winked at you and took your hand; dragging you towards the living room.

About two hour later, you stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, with tears in your eyes. You wore the wedding dress you chose a few months ago with the girls - and it was just as beautiful as you remembered when you tried it on. Your hair was beautifully done; fitting perfectly with the veil.

You looked at yourself; slowly spinning in a circle and making the white tulle skirt twirl with the motion. "You look breathtakingly beautiful, babes," you suddenly heard Natasha speak up from behind you. "Loki is going to lose it..." You turned to face Natasha; smiling and still fighting the tears. You couldn't let them ruin all the work and time your best friend put in your look. Not yet. "Thank you."

Then you noticed that she had changed as well and was now wearing the bridesmaid dress the girls all chose to wear. "You look absolutely stunning as well!" Natasha giggled and did a small curtsey. "Thank you." You walked over to her; taking both her hands in yours. "I owe you, bestie. When you marry Bruce, you know which number to call." "Oh shut it, Y/N. It was an honour for me to do this. After all, we are best friends." "Indeed."

She winked at you. "But I take you up on it sometime."

The two of you spent a few moments in silence, before your thoughts drifted in another direction. "I... I wish my parents could see this..." You whispered; swallowing the lump in your throat. Natasha's expression changed from happy into compassionate. "I know, sweetie... I'm sorry." She squeezed your hands in a reassuring manner. "But I know that they would be so proud of you and the woman you became - and of course that you found your soulmate." You nodded. "Y-Yes. I think you are right." The widow gave you an encouraging smile. "Now let's go. The other girls will be here in a few minutes. It's time to get you married."

No ten minutes later, you met up with all the female Midgardian guests of yours and Loki's wedding, in order to travel to Asgard together. You took the girls with you, Loki the boys.

Arrived on Asgard, carriages awaited you and the guests, and brought you all to the location of the ceremony. But not without a small 'sightseeing tour' past the palace and through the nature of your fiancè's home. It was beautiful. Asgard always had been. Always would be. Especially in that time of the year...

It was a sunny day in October. A chilly breeze rustled the trees, which lined the path; causing the colourful leaves to float through the air. You smiled; looking through the small window of the carriage you shared with your bridesmaids.

"It's a wonderful day, isn't it?" Wanda asked with a smile. You looked at her; noticing how well emerald green fitted her. "It is. Perfect for a wedding," agreed Pepper.

About twenty minutes later, the carriage came to an halt and the door got opened for the girls – but not yet for you.

"Take a few deep breaths before going out there in a few minutes, babe. You got this." Nat winked at you and handed you the bridal bouquet; made out of roses, lilies and foliage. Awkward hugs - due to the angle and lack of space were exchanged, before the girls left, in order to take their places.

Your carriage had been the last one to arrive, of course. You knew that you only had a few minutes left, before it was going to happen. The moment you had waited and planned for since months. Yes, almost a whole year.

You felt how your heart rate picked up; palms getting sweaty.

You needed fresh air now.

So, you opened the little window on your left side and took a few very deep breaths like Nat advised; even closing your eyes for a moment and just focusing on the here and now.

Of what wonderful hours laid ahead of you - and Loki.

Suddenly, you heard how the door of the carriage got opened and a familiar voice spoke to you. "Are ya ready, kid?"

You smiled; turning your head and opening your eyes. In front of you stood Nick Fury; dressed in suit and tie, with a smile on his face as well.

You nodded; "Yes." feeling the warm sun on your face. "Just... Give me one last second." Nick smiled and gave you a nod, "As the bride wishes." and closed the door once more.

You took another deep breath; looking up at the creme white ceiling of the carriage. "Mom, dad? Wherever you are right now... I hope you can see me," you started; having to swallow hard. "I-I hope you are proud of me - and happy for me."

A soft, chilly autumn breeze rustled your beautifully done hair and tickled the skin of your face. You smiled; working once more hard against the tears. "I take that as a yes."

A knock from Nick against the door of the carriage interrupted your little moment. "I don't wanna push ya, kid, but I think your groom is waiting."

You nodded to yourself, trying to ease up your nerves a last time and gently pushed the door open.

"I'm ready."

Fury nodded and reached out his hand for you to take. "Ma'am." You giggled and took his hand, so that he could help you step down the three steps. Once your feet had touched the ground, you looked around and finally took in the breathtaking location you and Loki had chosen. It was a meadow in the heart of Asgard, with trees and waterfalls in the background.

Emerald green satin curtains, which were dancing in the soft wind and placed directly in front of the carriage, blocked your view from the wedding guests and of course everything else. Just like the curtains shielded you from the eyes of the crowd.

"Shall we?" Nick asked; now offering you his arm.

Yes... Nick Fury was the man who was going to walk you down the aisle. He was the closest to a father you had after losing your dad. He had looked after you in all those years; always having a sympathetic ear. Since that very day he came across you in that ragged, old gym in down-town Detroit and took you under his wing. He had given you what you needed the most at that time... A second chance.

Good thing you were strong and lucky enough to win that competition he had set up, which gave you the opportunity to become a SHIELD agent. And you made it.

"Yes." You placed your hand on his arm. The music started to play - a beautiful classic, instrumental piece you and Loki had chosen together.

Nick gave you a smile and led you through the curtains.

All eyes were immediately on you, of course. As it should be. A spark of nervousness sizzled through your system. It was a lot for you to take in at that very moment. So many people - all gathered here to witness this beautiful event. The celebration of love. Your eyes darted from one familiar face to the next; exchanging some shy and nervous smiles. You took in your surroundings. Autumn had coloured the trees in shades of orange, red and yellow.

And the staff of the royal family had decorated everything in Loki's colours and other rich shades; fitting for a royal wedding. The chairs on which the guests sat were, of course, swathed in emerald green satin with gold accents and decorated with a matching boutonnière. A white lily and white roses with a little bit of foliage.

The carpet you and Nick walked on was white with black rose petals everywhere. It was beautiful.

But then your eyes landed on Loki. Finally. Your brain had been overwhelmed by all the sudden impressions which rained down on you - but finally you were able to see him.

Your heart skipped a beat. No... A few beats. He looked beyond beautiful in his ceremonial armour; specially made for this occasion.

Black, shiny boots and black leather trousers laid the groundwork for his outfit. Underneath the emerald green chest and arm plates you saw a black undershirt peeking through. Golden vines adorned the armour and a cape in the same colour moved with the wind; embroidered with small, green leaves. Of course the signature horns on his head couldn't be missing. It was a part of him, after all.

A huge smile was stretched across his whole face, and you could swear you saw tears glistening in his eyes.

Sweaty hands were crossed in front of his upper body; fingers nervously fumbling. It was so utterly sweet - and reassuring to know that the man of your dreams was just as nervous as you were.

And suddenly you were only a few meters away from Loki; causing your Y/E/C eyes to meet his oceanic blues and the world to suddenly stop turning. All that existed in that very moment were the two of you. Nothing and nobody else.

Your eyes weren't able to break apart from his - just like the god's. Hence, you didn't even notice how Nick placed your hand in Loki's with a smile. Or how he spoke a few last words to you, before he stepped away and took his seat.

"Y/N..." Loki breathed out; voice shaky. Norns, he could cry out of happiness. "You... You look absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful, my love."

You needed a second to collect yourself and keep your composure. "T-Thanks, babe, I- Gods, you look so beautiful yourself."

He gave you a dazzling smile and brushed his thumb gently, lovingly over the back of your hand, before he led you up the two steps to the podium on which the Allfather already awaited you.

Just a few meters from where you and Loki stood now, was an floral archway; framing the whole scene. A little podium was placed in front of it, on which the wedding rings laid. With the waterfalls in the background, it was picture perfect.

The music stopped then; faded away and left silence behind - except a few single whispers in the crowd. You held on to Loki's hand and Loki to yours; both needing the calming touch of the other.

Odin lifted his hands as a signal for everyone that the ceremony was about to begin. "Dear friends, family members, Avengers and royal staff," the Allfather began his speech; voice booming.

"Each one of you - no matter Asgardian or Midgardian, found the way to this beautiful, inconspicuous place in our realm for the most important reason possible... A wedding." Odin paused and looked at you and Loki with a soft smile. "But not just any wedding, no... A royal wedding! On this day, I honestly never thought would arrive, we are here to witness the marriage of my son, prince Loki of Asgard and his chosen princess, Y/N Y/L/N - SHIELD Agent and Avenger from Midgard."

You and Loki exchanged a loving smile at Odin's words and you felt how his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze.

"Let us begin the ceremony with the traditional exchange of swords and daggers - an ancient tradition, which we want to preserve in order to honour our ancestors," Odin announced and gestured towards two royal guards - chosen by the Allfather himself, who were positioned on the left and right side of the podium; giving them the signal to step up to you, him and Loki.

"Son, you will start. Present the chosen dagger you are going to pass on to your future sons and daughters." Loki let go of your hand - much to your dismay, although you knew that he had to, gave his father a short bow and turned to face the guard on his side. He held an emerald green pillow in both his palms, on which laid Loki's chosen dagger. Carefully, Loki took it in his hands and turned back to face you.

"Y/N - bride and future bearer of my children. I present to you my chosen dagger; forged by the dwarves of Nidavellir in the heart of a dying star; hopefully handed over to the sons and daughters you'll gift me with."

You couldn't suppress the little twinge deep within your heart, as the word 'children' left Loki's lips.

You knew that he had to say those words, but it stung nevertheless a little bit, given the fact that he didn't want children. But once your ears heard where he got the dagger from, you felt your heart skip a beat. He went that far - just for you.

Of course, you wanted to leap into his arms and just kiss him, but you couldn't. This was a royal wedding ceremony after all, so you stuck to the 'script'.

You curtsied and bowed your head. "I accept and take this dagger as a symbol of your love; handed over to your future sons and daughters." You took Loki's dagger and presented it to the crowd - and Odin, which was an important part, then went to the guard on your side and exchanged your chosen dagger with Loki's; gently placing it on the equally emerald green pillow and giving the guard the permission to step aside.

"Y/N, you may now present your dagger," Odin announced, gesturing at you.

You turned to Loki once again and presented now your chosen dagger. "Loki - groom and father of my future children. I present to you my chosen dagger; gifted to me by the Allmother - the goddess of marriage and fertility, with the promise to protect our bonded families."

Loki bowed and took the dagger from your hands into his; presenting it to the crowd. "I accept and take this dagger as a symbol of your love and protection of our bonded families." He placed the dagger on the pillow which the guard still held on his side; commanding him with a silent nod to step away as well.

Odin, who had watched the exchange almost in silence stepped forward again; taking the lead. "Now that the dagger exchange is executed, we shall move on to the vows." At the wave of Odin's hand, another guard stepped up the podium, with a beautiful emerald green silk ribbon. He handed it over to Odin with a bow.

The Allfather presented the ribbon, which was yours and Loki's signal to face each other again.

"With this ribbon, I shall bond you to each other and tie the knot of marriage!" You and Loki intertwined your hands and Odin wrapped the ribbon around both your wrists; tying it - and the both of you together.

"You may speak your vows now."

Since Loki started with the dagger exchange, you both decided together beforehand that you were going to start with the vows.

You took a deep breath; looked deep into Loki's blue eyes and begun to speak. "Love... Is a strange thing. When we met, I never thought I would call you my husband four years in the future. What I saw, was a misunderstood god; stripped down to nothing more than a man, silently begging for a second chance. I wanted to give you this chance. Luckily, I did." You smiled up at him; resisting the urge to run your thumb over his cheek. "But love is so much more than that... It's a promise. A promise to give yourself to another and trust them blindly. Love is the most powerful thing in the universe - and with you, I am stronger than I ever was before."

You saw tears pooling in the god's eyes; he was fighting hard to hold them back.

"Loki Laufeyson, prince of Asgard, I vow to be your wife for all eternity. Not even death shall be able to part us. Whatever life throws our way; no matter if happiness or sadness, I will walk by your side. I always will."

By now you had to fight your tears as well - but it got only worse once Loki spoke his vow, but he needed a short moment to keep his emotions together.

"Y/N, my light in the darkness... My anchor in the harsh ocean waves. You brought me back to life. You brought the sun back in, which was everything but an easy task. The walls I built around my heart were torn down by your love." You felt how he stroked his thumb in a caressing, loving manner over the skin on your wrist; the ribbon not able to stop him to do so.

But you weren't able to hold back the tear which ran down your cheek and dropped on the ground beneath you.

"Love is indeed strange and the most powerful thing in the whole universe, but not just that. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends."

Loki smiled at you through his own clouded eyes and oh so illicitly raised his free hand to brush the tears from your cheek.

"Y/N Y/L/N, my goddess of Midgard, I vow to be your husband for all eternity. Not even death shall be able to part us. Whatever life throws our way; no matter if happiness or sadness, I will walk by your side. I always will."

You smiled at him through tears; unable to prevent your lips from brushing a soft kiss against the heel of his hand. The contact of your soft lips left a tingling, sizzling sensation on the god's skin behind. He shivered; threatening to get lost in this little moment - but then Odin's voice cut through the air, like a dagger through flesh.

"These rings shall serve as an everlasting symbol of your love and marriage, and to entirely tie the bond between the both of you," the Allfather spoke; taking a step aside to reveal said rings. He gestured for you and Loki to come closer and take the last step on the way of becoming husband and wife.

Excitement and happiness bubbled up within your body; causing your heart to speed up again. That was the moment you, Loki and basically everybody else attending this wedding had waited for.

Odin removed the ribbon around your wrists and gave his son the silent permission to begin. Loki didn't let himself tell that twice, of course.

A shaky, nervous hand reached for the slightly smaller and thinner wedding band; made out of hand-worked silver with a tree bark texture and an inlay of crushed emeralds.

On the inside of the ring, was a beautiful engraving, which read 'Beloved' in old Norse runes.

The other soft, warm, yet sweaty hand reached for your hand. "Take this ring as a symbol of my love. It shall remind you, that I am yours and only yours," Loki spoke; gazing deep into your eyes - and gently slipped the ring on your finger.

You felt like you couldn't breathe - and explode from sheer endless love and happiness at the same time. It was a roller coaster ride.

Taking a small moment to take a deep breath and - once more, collect yourself to keep things together, you closed your eyes.

Urged on by your racing heart; only beating for Loki and his eternal love, you quickly reopened your eyes again and took his ring out of the small, quadratic box.

"Take this ring as a symbol of my love. It shall remind you, that I am yours and only yours," you repeated Loki's words and slipped the wedding band on his finger as well. It felt so right. Like everything was falling into place; as it should be. As it was always meant to be.

"As the Allfather of the nine realms and king of Asgard, I hereby pronounce you, Loki - prince of Asgard and Y/N - child of Midgard, as husband and wife," Odin announced cheerfully; giving you and Loki a smile. "Son, you may kiss your bride now."

Another thing Loki didn't let himself tell twice. You hadn't even the chance to process your father-in-law's words, before big hands landed on your hips and reeled you in; soft lips crashing against yours.

It was a powerful kiss. Probably the most powerful kiss you and Loki ever shared; overwhelmed by emotions and feelings.

Loud claps and cheers erupted from behind you, and suddenly it became real. You were married now... Married. You had the privilege, honour and right to call Loki Laufeyson your husband - from now on and for all times.

Of course, I won't keep all the great stuff my wedding planner made in this chapter from you. 😉

Loki's hairstyle is from me and @smolvenger ; drawn by my friend @sugar0612 ! 🤗 Carrie's hairstyles she chose for Y/N can be found here, here aaaand here. 🤍

Then we got the bridesmaids' dresses by @asgards-princess-of-mischief !

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89 's design for Y/N's beautiful wedding dress!

The bouquet by my flower girl @fictive-sl0th !

Aaaand the wedding/engagement ring by @loz-3 !

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[sebadztian]

Aaand here we go again! I'm so ready for their wedding scene! If they cut that out, I swear I'm going to...

*AHEM*

Welcome to another live commentary of Black Butler episode and this week, we're going to watch episode 8! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the wedding show!

They did it!! Oh, I'm so happy!! And they even put special filter on!!

The blushing bride (pls ignore the blood and the horrible quality of my screenshot. Well, it's a photo that I take with my phone of my computer screen)

That's not what you call your new wife master, Professor.

And everyone claps as the newlyweds walked up the aisle... and to the infirmary...

Look, if they're going to roll around in the mud and stuff, why did they insist on white attire for cricket? Those stains must be a pain to remove...

And how did Ciel manage to stay clean?? Not a speck of dust on him and his clothes despite having been struck down by a bat.

Another favourite of mine...

I don't blame him. That does look yummy!

Ok, so, didn't anyone question why Professor Michaelis is helping Ciel in the changing tent??

Ah, so they decided not to acknowledge Nina Hopkins altogether, eh?

Phipps has brought along his chicken!! Another point for episode 8!!

Also, I've been wondering, why didn't Agni come to watch the game? Did Yana just... forget about him? I know he was there duirng the whole pie-switching confusion, but why didn't he join the others afterwards?

🥰😊😻 Phipps is one of my favourite characters in Kuro, if you're wondering... They did seem to have changed his hairstyle though... Or is it because he has a chicken sitting on his head?

Ok. That's cooler than what I've expected... Cheslock is a man of many talents and he's the coolest student in the entire Weston!

That was a great episode! I enjoyed it very much! And next week, we'll be moving to the main battle and the reveal of the truth. I cannot wait to see it!

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

What are your favorite royal wedding looks and flowers

I answered a lot of these in the other ask so I'm going to use yours to do a deeper dive into most of the Millennial royal weddings. You want opinions, you're getting opinions today!

Quick aside: I mainly follow only the British royals. I pay some attention to the other European royal families and a little bit of attention to the Jordanian Royal Family. So that’s what this commentary will focus on. Because I don’t follow the Middle Eastern, Asian, or African royals (and subsequently don’t know much about them), I don't feel it's appropriate for me to give commentary on their wedding looks/styles when I don't know who they are. Obviously, as you'll see, my favorites are the BRF so the commentary does skew heavily towards them.

Adding this halfway through: This is a really text-heavy post so I'm going to break up the rambling with my favorite photo from each wedding.

Crown Princess Victoria, June 2010

The Cameo Tiara is my favorite. It paired very nicely with the heirloom veil. Loved that she went for off-the-shoulder short sleeves. Not really a fan of how the train attached at her waist (vs being all one dress), but it really worked for her.

Kate, April 2011

I loved how timeless her whole look was. If you take everything out of the picture and just look at her and the dress, it's magnificent. It works in black and white 1950s vintage. It works in the modern fashion era. It works for her as the individual girl she was at that time. It works for the future she's growing into.

Not a fan of the hairstyle and the tiara. It was a complete miss for me. She should've gone full updo or full Chelsea blowout instead of the halfway compromise. The tiara, meh. Didn't really add anything to me. After seeing the floral headpiece she commissioned for the coronation, I would have loved to see what she'd have done for the wedding since a floral headpiece is what she originally wanted to wear. I also thought her hair was a smidge too dark, but maybe that's the contrast with all of the ivory around her. I much prefer the golden/bronzey highlights she has now and I think it would've helped the contrast better.

Thought the flower girl dresses were a tad too long and that her bouquet was out of place. It needed to be more substantial for such a formal occasion. Either more flowers/bigger shape or bigger blooms.

Something about Hugo Burnand's work always throws me off. I think it's the scale and the perspective he uses; the subjects are too far away from the camera that their backgrounds seem to swallow them up. Didn't like most of their wedding portraits because of that. They kinda ended up looking like cardboard cutout versions of themselves.

Overall, a perfect day. It was nostalgic without being maudlin. Modern without being trendy. Celebratory without being excessive. Traditional without being stodgy.

Charlene, July 2011

I like her dress. Reminds me a lot of Crown Princess Victoria's, but with a lovely embroidery detailing.

I don't really have a lot to say about the Monaco wedding. It looked like a lovely occasion. The dress is fine. The veil is fine. The photos are fine, but Charlene looks like she'd rather be anywhere but there marrying Albert (and the rumors that have come out since about the wedding makes me side-eye a whole lot).

Stephanie, October 2012

Very pretty dress, very pretty veil, very pretty look. Not really very memorable for me. A lot of the gorgeous detailing in her dress gets lost in most of the photos; the close-up photos of her dress are gorgeous and I wish there were more.

I do really like her bridal bouquet; that's what I expected from Kate.

Her tiara got lost in the look and her veil not being closer to the tiara makes sense (since the tiara really would have gotten lost) but I think we've come to expect royal brides wearing their veils and tiaras together so this is something different. I do, however, really like how the veil flows in this picture.

Princess Madeleine, June 2013

I don't mind that it's a lace dress. I cannot with the dust ruffle hem. This photo just killed the whole look for me, but this one (above) and this one redeem it to where I can pretend the dust ruffle doesn't exist.

The neckline also had its issues. It went rogue at one point during the wedding and ended up giving her a 1980s-one shoulder style look.

Her hair was very Swedish (they do like their big buns). Her veil was gorgeous too, tying with Beatrice for second. I prefer the way Madeleine styled her veil over how Victoria styled hers.

Madeleine has my favorite makeup look; dramatic eye with a nice pink lip.

Sofia, June 2015

My feeling is that this isn't the dress Sofia would have chosen for herself. I think she went more demure and modest because of her controversial background but she's had a lot of fantastic style choices otherwise. Something about the cut of her dress reads maternity to me - the skirt seems like it starts too high in the bodice.

She has the traditional big Swedish bun, but it's quite a slicked back/severe look for her. I think with the wide open neck in her dress, a softer, looser hairstyle would have made it work better. I do feel like her earrings needed to be bigger with the open neckline, or at least should have had emeralds to match the tiara. (This may be my least favorite tiara styling -- a little too "on top" of her head, not very integrated into the hairstyle so it looks kinda like an afterthought.)

Loved the colorful flowers she chose. Her wedding colors were my favorite before Eugenie came along.

Pippa, May 2017

I know, I know. Pippa's not royal and it wasn't a royal wedding, but it had a big royal turnout so it counts!

THIS is how you do a lace wedding gown without it looking like Granny's tablecloth or Miss Haversham (yeah, I'm looking at you, Kitty Spencer). THIS is how you do a classic English country garden wedding. The way she decorated the exterior of the church was a dream.

Her headpiece was invisible and added nothing. I get why she chose the piece she did, but come on. Hugely missed opportunity to get a major piece from her new husband or to pay homage to Carole in something like this (which I realize is Kate's coronation headpiece) or like this.

The matron of honor/children's minder was perfection. The flower girls were perfection.

Meghan, May 2018

I'm glad Prince Philip was able to attend. I feel like he attended more to support The Queen than out of joy for the couple. I kinda wished Zara would have gone into labor during the service.

Everything was just so darkly lit, even the bridal portraits too.

(Edit: Let me know if you're curious about why I like this picture for their wedding.)

Princess Eugenie, October 2018

Her floral design and colors were my absolute favorite. She wins, hands down, bar none. I loved the moody dark florals and loved how she embraced the autumnal vibes by making the chapel feel warm and inviting.

I thought the sleeves of her bridal gown were too long and too big, and felt oversized. They needed to have been more tailored, like Kate's were.

Eugenie's wedding portraits are my favorite. The scale and perspective was pleasing and the simpler white background of the Windsor room made the people pop.

Overall, it was a very princessy wedding. Very well done.

Lady Gabriella, May 2019

Her veil is my favorite. I like the fuller veil style, but it almost seemed too full because the details of her tiara was lost in all the tulle.

I love the story that she had originally planned for a pink/blush gown but changed it to white when she learned The Queen wanted to attend; that says a lot about her character and respect for tradition.

Bridesmaid dresses were a tad long. For some reason, her Hugo Burnand portraits don't bother me as much as Kate's do. LOVE that she got to do some portraits outdoors, and her outdoors portraits are so quintessentially England. I kinda wish Kate had had that opportunity given how meaningful the outdoors are for her.

So sad about her husband. Sending her all the strength, especially with their anniversary coming up.

Princess Beatrice, July 2020

I loved that she went for sentimentality above all else. She really made the best out of a terrible situation. Their wedding photos make it seem like she (and Edo) are the sort of people who prioritize the marriage over the wedding so I sense they don't mind all the changes too much.

Loved her simple make-up and her grandmother's dress. Loved the veil too. The hair felt undone; this hairstyle would have polished the look nicely.

Princess Iman, March 2023

Iman squeaks into this review by 3 months. She is the youngest millennial royal bride.

I love how soft and golden her portraits are. She ties with Gabriella's outside portraits for the #2 spot for me.

Her look was simple, and I feel this is romantic minimalism done correctly. The drape of her skirt reminds me a lot of Sarah Chatto's, a soft delicate look that's unusual for most royal brides (who tend to go with stiffer, heavier fabric for the formality). It works really well.

The tendrils are a little much and too loose for me; I'd rank her use of tendrils #2 between Eugenie (#1) and Meghan (#3).

Rajwa, June 2023

I appreciate that she went for a look befitting her own individual personality but it was a choice. Her bridal look is a case of "too much pageant fashion, not enough wedding" for me. The draping was strange, the fit of the skirt versus the train seemed like she was wearing pants with a huge overskirt behind her. But the dress "sits" very nicely and I suspect since the Jordanians do most of their weddings sitting (like above), the overskirt style may have been an intentional choice for the photos.

Veil was nice. Bouquet was too small. Not a fa of the earrings. I do think her tiara is a little too far back on her head.

Many congratulations to them for the new baby.

[kitcat992]

Identity Within︱Chapter 12 - Wedding Crashers (PREVIEW)

“No!”

Peter’s shoes came to a screeching halt against the parking garage pavement. Any harder and he was sure they would’ve caught on fire.

“No, no — c’mon, no!” His index finger tapped relentlessly and repetitively against the device, practically smashing his bone against the already cracked screen — if his outburst caused more damage along the way, he honestly wouldn’t have known. “You had enough juice left to turn on! C’mon, turn on!”

As many times as Peter tried, the little bit of ghost power he managed to capture was all but gone. It didn’t matter what button he pressed, how long he pressed it for, how many times he smashed his fist against the screen — definitely causing a crack that time.

“Turn on again, please turn on again, please please please just turn on again!”

The parking garage captured his voice in an echo.

It was the only response to his plea.

Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, careless to how the fidget in his fingers messed up the style he had perfectly created earlier that morning. A large strand fell in front of his eyes; undoing hours of work and almost blocking his view of the black screen from the device held in his hand.

The reflection of his face against the dead cell phone was almost enough to make him say a very, very bad word.

This was not good.

This was not good at all.

“Oh, Mr. Stark’s going to kill me.” Peter threw his head back with a groan that rattled every rib bone in his chest. And yet still, not even that was enough to vocalize how bad things were.

Bad was running late for Mr. Stark’s wedding — a wedding that over a year ago he would’ve never dreamed to be invited to, let alone be a part of the ceremony. Bad was running even more late because he couldn’t find where the groom’s suite was, and bad was needing the bride to walk him there, inducing an amount of embarrassment he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from.

Bad was even forgetting how to dress his tie — but this?

Losing Mr. Stark’s wedding rings?

Peter’s face grimaced tight enough that his eyes squeezed shut and his eyelids felt like were starting to rip apart. Mr. Stark had made those wedding rings. He couldn’t believe he lost those rings, the same rings he watched Mr. Stark personally handcraft — handcraft with material that wasn’t exactly something he could pick up at any ‘ol store, as if the rings could be easily replaced and remade.

The thought was harsh enough that Peter could feel his teeth ground even harder together.

He knew those rings came from the arc reactor that got Mr. Stark home from Afghanistan.

He knew all about how Pepper was the one to insist Mr. Stark keep it, turning it into a memento that stayed with them throughout the duration of their relationship.

During their first lab nights together, Peter would always catch eye of it across Mr. Stark’s workshop, in awe of what he got to see in person — always noticing how the lights created a glare against the words that were encased safely inside a glass box — ‘Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart’ always on display, up until now.

He had to find those rings.

“Okay, I have like….twelve minutes to figure this out. I just need to find whatever room Ms. Potts was in, and then retrace my steps from there.” Peter squeezed his phone tightly, while his other hand scratched roughly at his head — any hopes of maintaining his hairstyle long gone by now. “This can’t be too hard, right? I just gotta remember which direction May went before we split up…”

While the parking garage was barely a minute’s walk to the cathedral, Peter knew once he got back to the church, any direction could lead him just about anywhere. He’d already wound up lost in the building before, now he didn’t have a single second to waste finding his way around the building.

The parking garage went one of two ways. Peter looked left, then right, then left again, before—

—a sharp tingle sent goosebumps throughout his skin—

— Peter spun around, instinctively, impulsively, without thought—

“—sleeeeeeeeeepppp.”

A hand yanked at the back of his head, tugging at his hair, forcing him still as something pressed firmly against his mouth — sealed around his mouth, leaving no room for fumes to escape anywhere else but inside the depths of his lungs.

Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his knees slowly sank to the ground, eventually collapsing onto the pavement; with the hold he had on his cell phone growing weak and lax, until it fell away from him completely.

His vision went as black as the cracked screen of his phone.

[rat-typewriter]

HATING WEDDINGS - DABI X READER

SUMMARY: just hours before you’re due to marry a man you don’t love, Dabi comes to change your mind.

Warnings: Swearing ig?? if that’s a warning lol

Proofread?: Not for even one second 😌

You sat, staring at your reflection - the stylist nervously tried to meet your eyes in the mirror. It was the third hairstyle she had tried in two hours. 

“It’s nice.” You said, attempting to mask the disappointment in your voice - but judging by the way your soon-to-be mother-in-law rolled her eyes and huffed, you were still a bad liar. 

Over the year that you had known the woman, the only thing you seemed to have in common was a mutual dislike for one another. You were not the sort of bride she wanted for her son - but this wasn’t about love or fairy-tales or happy endings. It was strictly business. 

Quirk marriages were much more common than most people would’ve liked to believe; they paid well too. You’d been found by the guy’s father - an owner of a wealthy construction company - who knew your quirk would be an invaluable asset to their business. It wasn’t the life you had imagined for yourself, but at least money would never be an issue for you again.

Your mother-in-law had pulled the hairstylist into the doorway - as if standing a few feet away suddenly made you incapable of hearing their hushed voices. Your legs seemed to be buzzing with adrenaline that only seemed to be getting worse as the ceremony drew closer and your head was starting to feel slightly too light for the rest of your body - as if it was fading into a puff of smoke. 

Just as you began to half-heartedly wonder if you might be about to vomit: your phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number flashed up on your screen.

Last chance.

Quickly, you swiped the message away - averting your gaze, instead focusing on the colours of nail polish picked out for you. You had no idea that there could be so many shades of white: eggshell, cream, ivory, pearl, snow, chiffon, porcelain-

Now or never.

You stared at the text, your legs becoming more restless than ever. Now or never had become an almost-inside joke between the two of you - a secret reference to the first time you met that you both dropped into as many conversations as you could. Now or never summed up everything about the two of you.

—

You stumbled through the snowy alleyway, still reeling from excitement - and smoke inhalation. Your whole life you’d wanted to do that. To burn something. Not to light people’s cigarettes or warm their cold hands or melt their icy car doors. To burn something. 

Despite your blackened clothes and singed hair, the cold was starting to numb your fingers. The night air was freezing; turning your breath to fog in the dark. Your flimsy canvas shoes had long been soaked-through by the wintry slush that covered the streets - you hoped it wasn’t far. 

You hoped this place was even real. 

You reached a metal door - dented and dimly lit by a flickery yellow bulb - and knocked. Do you knock at a villain’s hideout? You wondered to yourself, beginning to feel nervous. Everything you knew about this place had come from whispers on shady streets or out the back of bars. 

Pulling you from your thoughts, the door swung open - the metal groaning as its hinges scraped together.

You couldn’t quite see the person who had opened the door, as they stood a few feet back - hidden by the darkness - but his voice was low and raspy when he spoke.

“Coming in?” 

You stood, staring into the black - your legs suddenly made of lead, but your chest alive with electricity. 

Another moment passed, the quiet filled by your soft breath turning to fog. A van rumbled past on the road and you caught yourself glancing back, watching as it rolled by. 

“Now or never.” He said and you turned back to face him. 

“Better be now then.” You said hoarsely - your throat burning as you spoke. 

The stranger stepped back and a yellowy strip of light crossed his face, illuminating his features. His skin was littered with scars you recognised as burns - something you had become familiar with, over the years of being unable to control your fire quirk - but beneath them he was young, no older than you.

His eyes crinkled slightly and he grinned - which suddenly sent sparks of fear and excitement through your chest again.

“Come on in then, sparky.” 

—

It was the fifth time that your phone buzzed - two minutes before the ceremony was to begin - that you gave in. 

You suddenly jumped out of your seat, the bridesmaid (who you barely even knew) and had been fixing your hair stumbled back.

“I- Uh,” you stammered as the other bridesmaids turned to stare at you. “I’m going to the toilet.” 

And you took off. 

You stumbled out of the door and down the hallway in shoes that were horrendously uncomfortable. You took a left, then a right, then a left again - until you found an open window. 

Without thinking, you forced the window as wide as it would go and shimmied through - tumbling out and into a bush.

As you attempted to pull yourself out and untangle your clothes - which had caught in the branches - you heard a familiar laugh. 

“Wow. Bit desperate to leave are we?” 

You whipped around, finding yourself face-to-face with Dabi. 

“Didn’t think you missed me that much,”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out and your brain was suddenly empty. Butterflies erupted in your stomach - the boy who you hadn’t seen in over a year was still able to make you nervous.

He grinned - oh how you’d missed that - and laughed again. “You look gorgeous, Doll.”

“Thanks,” you breathed - a little lightheaded. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He stepped forwards - rolling his eyes; offering a hand to pull you out of the bush. “Oh, how you flatter me,”

Accepting the hand, you let him heave you out of the bush - pulling you far closer than necessary. You stood practically against his chest, having to crane your neck slightly to look him in the eyes. 

You swallowed and felt your face grow hot. 

God he knew just how to make you feel sixteen all over again.

"I've missed you." You breathed.

He smiled - with only a hint of his usual smugness. "I've missed you too, Sweetheart,"

His hand found its way to your waist and he bent down, quickly kissing you. It wasn't long or passionate or hot. Just a regular, discrete peck on the lips.

But God did it make you fall in love all over again.

The sound of voices suddenly echoed around the corner and Dabi glanced around. He took a step back and turned to you with that slightly-terrifying, but oh-so-exhilarating grin.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He extended his hand to you, faking a courteous bow and in return you grinned and curtseyed. Giggling slightly, you put your hand in his and he pressed a brief kiss to your knuckles - winking up at you.

"Dabi Todoroki I never knew you were such a gentleman!" 

"If you ever tell anyone, I'll have to kill you" 

For a moment, his tone is so serious that you almost believe him - but then he smiles and tugs on your hand.

"C'mon, I hate weddings." 

"Me too." You giggled.

With your hand in his, you both took off running.

[jamethinks]

anyways Melinda and Donovan hc because I working on a wip hehe

Melinda and Donovan's marriage was actually one of convience. Donovan had recently decided to go into politics and he knew he needed a wife as Ostania had extremely conservative beliefs. Melinda wanted to get married to get away from her parents and live independently. So Donovan proposed to her family that he wanted to marry their daughter who had not even graduated high school yet, literally saying the wedding will be after she leaves. Insane man.

When they first met Donovan basically called a weak personality-less loser who's only concern in life is to get married and accused her of having no interests. Melinda retaliated by saying she had two interests: her favourite was blue, sky blue and she wanted to own a blue mansion when she got older and she loved playing chess and was actually on the Eden chess team but left because she felt it would scare away potential suitors. And for the time in his life, Donovan lied (knowingly), saying his favorite was also blue and he wanted to challenge Melinda to game of chess (which he had barely played). But in the end Blue did become his favourite colour (although he prefered a more rich royal velvety blue) and he began playing chess and would regularly play with her.

Also for her 20th birthday he revealed to her a gorgeous blue mansion with exactly 20 rooms with a garden overflowing with blue flowers. It was built by a foreign architect and was based on greek architecture and is an iconic site because it sticks out so much in the more tradition utilitarian style found in Berlint. It was a bit of a controversial choice since this was shortly after ww2 so building a big fancy stylistic mansion for your child bride was kinda crazy but he was kinda crazy about her.

Lastly, Melinda is kind of fashion icon in Ostania. She had a lot more public appearances before her first son was born and she was seen wearing fancy gorgeous outfits that perfectly complimented her husbands. It was notably modern and youth, contrasting most politicians' wives. It wasn't really risque but it still pushed conservative ideals. It was based heavily on 1930s style and that wasnt by accident, that was obviously before the war and is considered a high point in Ostanian history so her stylist references made her more beloved by the public.

Her 3 most iconic fashion moments was:

3. her pregnancy coat: a oversized fur coat she wore while she was conceal her second pregnancy. it was midthigh and she wore heals. It was extremely cunt

2. Demetrius' first public appearance: after years of rumor infidelity, Melinda made an shinning appearance with her new baby with a the biggest grin ever. she wore a white blouse with a long black polka dot skirt and a long black velvet trench coat and a matching polka dot blanket for Deme's drool

Her wedding dress: it was this long 30s inspired wedding dress with a low cut in the back, her veil having blue floral detailing that was subtle but really pulled the outfit together. Also popularised the weird bun hairstyle with the two strands at the side and the rest of her hair tucked away (ie Yor's hairstyle, of course hers was curly)

[emocka]

Bedroom wedding

It was the biggest event of the year. Your wedding with Xiao from 6breeze.

But hell rained down. Your cake was destroyed from the fans, the venue destroyed from the stampede, your dress ruined because the jealous Xiao fans dumped red wine down it, the police arresting every single fan of sixth breeze, a small fire that burned the wedding gifts. You were crying Xiao screaming bloody murder at the people who were getting arrested, he friends trying to calm him down, the officator confessing what he had done.

So how did it end up like this?

- a week before the wedding-

Sunday

'X-xiao?' You stuttered quietly.

'Yes?' He smiled as he looked over at you.

'My viewers have been b-bugging me to get a special g-guest on s-stream.' You said very anxious and nervous.

You were a vtuber. A very popular one. You little character was a cute human wearing a very adorable butterfly jacket.The character had a small septum piercing and a spider bite piercing. A pair of butterfly wings attached to your character. They were black and teal.

Xiao choose the colors off the wings awhile back when you choose to update your look.

He also drew the current models hairstyle.

'When?' He asked.

You looked at him surprised. You thought he'd reject the offer.

'Is tomorrow ok?' You asked.

He nodded.

He knew this was coming. It why he drew up a design as well. He had it set up too.

His avatar wore a giant black Hoodie, hair the same color as his, the avatar had cat ear with piercing going through them.

---

Monday

The next day came Xiao was in the shared room setting up his model. He got it set next to yours. He had another motion capture camera next to yours.

You were very nervous your stutter getting worse. Xiao started up the stream.

He whispered in your ear. You nodded calming down.

'Hi guys!'

He smiled as the stream went into a frenzy.

---

Tuesday

You were adding the finishing touches to you wedding dress. You were a seamstress when not streaming. You made your wedding dress by hand. Same with the brides maid dresses. Hand made.

Xiao knocked on the door.

'Yes?' You said. You had your days were the stutter didn't show up.

He entered the room.

'Hey I have some seats reserved for wangshu if you would like to have a date night.' He said scrolling through his phone. 'After that we can go to the new desert shop that just opened up.'

He looked up. God you looked so beautiful. Pin cushion on your wrist tongue slightly poking out revealing a tongue piercing. Your tongue peiricng glittering in the light. It had a small butterfly stopper something Xiao got for your anniversary. It was a matching one to his ear piercing.

You looked up.

'Sounds great...ow' you poked your finger.

Great seamstress bad habit of sewing with out looking.

'Put that down. Come on let's get going.' He said. You nodded putting everything away.

The date was nice. It was relaxing. You were able to iron out a few details.

----

Wednesday

You looked lumine. Something had happened and you were in full panic mode.

'B-b-b-but th-th-they said it would b-b-be here' You stuttered out. 'I-i-i need the arch h-here!'

'Its ok. I have kaveh working on something. The wedding is this Saturday. He says he'll have it done by Friday. All he asks is that you be patient. Hell do it free. Think of it as a gift.'

You nodded.

'Hey I know this a a multi million mora private wedding you'll pull this off. Besides what the worse that can happen? A few late guests.' She said patting your shoulder.

Oh how wrong she was.

----

Thursday.

You stared at the venue door. You weren't picky you really weren't, but you had a very very bad feeling. So you demanded extra security for Saturday. The wedding planner tried her best to assure you that it would be ok. After some convincing you dropped the subject.

Xiao ripped the wedding planner a new one that fateful day.

---

Friday.

You gasped. The arch was pretty. Kaveh smiled.

'From your reaction I take it you love it' He said. 'I looked at the original one and changed the design a bit.'

'Thank you' You said. 'I'll pay you.'

'Please don't. Think of this as a wedding gift.' He said smiling.

'But you had to rush to make it' You started but he cut you off.

'Please dont.' He said.

Friday evening

That night you and Xiao were at the hotel across the street from the venue. Your wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses in the changing room at the venue.

You stared at the building the feeling getting worse. Xiao was in the shower.

'Why won't it go away?' You asked quietly.

'Why won't what go away?' Xiao asked causing you to jump. 'Sorry.'

'Its f-fine' you said averting your eyes.

Xiao was out of the shower towel around his waist. His hair was still dripping.

You hid behind your hands.

'Youve seen it so many times' Xiao said small smile appearing. 'Why do you hide everytime?'

'I-i don't know' your voice muffled by your hands.

Xiao just smiled walking over to you. Wrapping his arms around your body he looked at the building.

'What feeling were you talking about' He asked.

'I asked for more security on Thursday. Wedding planner said not to worry about what they have is plenty. ' You said looking up at him. 'I have a bad feeling that this wedding is going to end in a disaster. We spent so much money on it. Lumine agreed with me on the security when I texted her.'

Xiao nodded pulling away.

'Ill see what I can do. Go shower.' He kissed the top of your head. 'And wear this.'

He gave you something. You looked at it then him.

Xiao was a man with very few demands but he knew what he wanted and when he wanted it.

You smiled.

'Ok.' You said closing the curtains heading for the bathroom.

----

Saturday.

It was the big.

You woke up first. You didn't have to be up till ten and it was currently seven thirty. Xiao sensing you awake woke up as well.

'What's wrong?' He asked pulling you close.

'The feelings back' you said sitting up slowly.

Xiao followed the action pulling you into his lap.

'I'll take care of it' He said.

You nodded.

'Lets sleep a little more' He said kissing your cheek.

You smiled at the thought.

----

'Huh?!' Your mom was here? You never gave her an invitation. 'But she threw me out at sixteen. I haven't spoken to her in over ten years! Who fucking spilled! I haven't spoken to my family in ten fucking years! Who fucking told her'

You were mad. No one answering lumine leaving to kick your mom out. The other girls scrambling to figure out how.

The make up artist made a face before she turned you to face her.

You kept silent lumine returning holding what looked like an invite.

'She says she bribed the mail man for this. Turns out she lives next to me.' Lumine said.

You made a noise. The make up artist looked at you smiling.

'And done. What do you think?' She asked holding up the hand mirror.

You had turquoise eye shadow, the wings small but big enough to suit your face nicely. The inner eye lid had a nice green.

'Wait...did you color match my fiance hair to do my makeup?' You asked.

She nodded.

'Thanks.' You said.

She smiled back as you handed her the check.

'Have a lovely day and heres to a long and happy marriage.

With that she left. Lumine approached you.

'Come on love, let's get you in the dress. Everyone else is waiting for you.' She smiled.

'Lumine. Your the best maid of honor' you said.

'Aw thanks love come on' She said pulling you up.

----

You looked around the room. A strange noise coming from outside. The whole room dead silent. The officator not talking.

'Xiao...somethings not right' you said.

Xiao nodded. He had called for extra security but he felt the same.

You both looked out the window just in time for something to shatter it. A girl climbed through. Suddenly windows started breaking more girls climbing through even boys. You looked on in horror then heard a Crack. Looking at the door you cursed yourself quietly as the door broke.

This was a private wedding. Yes it was the main event of the year but it was private. Only your fellow classmates from teyvat university were allowed.

'XIAO NO! YOUR MINE' a girl shrieked running towards you.

More followed.

Suddenly the whole building was over run by 6th breeze fans. Your guests scattered around trying to handle everything. You looked over at the gift table. Some fan had set it on fire. You looked at the cake just in time to see someone knock it over. Fans grabbing bottles of wine. They ran toward you opening them. Xiao was suddenly carried off. You watched as the fans dumped the wine on you. You were in shock you just let them.

Aether, kazuha, kazuha fiancee rin, lumine, tighnari, and ganyu were on their phones calling for the police. Itto was trying to put the fire out with kuki and yan fei. Zhongli was prying girls off Xiao with venti scaramouche and cyno. Dehya was tackling the girls who had dumped red wine on your dress.

All of your guests were trying to get the entire thing under control.

You started crying the banquet of flowers falling from your hands so you could cover your face.

It went dead silent everyone looking at your shaking figure. You fell to the ground.

There you sat on the ground.

'I have something to confess.' The officator said. 'I- in my excitement- may have leaked the location and time'

You sobbed harder.

It was ruined. Three and a half million mora down the drain. Three and a half million mora you couldn't get back. All because some dumb ass decided to leak the location.

Soon the police arrived. They came in big numbers having been told what the situation was and how bad it was. Without a glance they started handcuffing the fans. Xiao had managed to escape the girls and run to your side. He tried his best to comfort you. Your wedding planner next to him.

He stood up and looked at her.

'Thanks to you trying to convince my fiancee that it was safe we now have no wedding ceremony! If you had just shut up and done something about her feelings we wouldn't be in this situation!' He began.

The wedding planner trying to utter an explanation but he wasn't having it. 'Don't you start I have her word. Next time someone says something you listen. And you!'

He turned to face the fans. Aether kazuha scaramouche, heizou and venti trying to calm him down.

'You are all insane! Your my fans?! Last I checked they don't make my fiancee cry! They don't destroy a wedding ceremony, they don't ruin a dress my fiancee spent two years working on. You will be hearing from my lawyers and you will be paying the damages.'

Xiao bent down scooping you up.

'Wedding is off. Someone call the cleaners tell them I'll pay them double if they can clean up this mess. I'll triple it if its too much.' He said walking away with you in his arms.

You were still crying. Xiao did his best to calm you down. He walked across the street to the hotel.

----

You were in the middle of the bathroom Xiao undoing the dress. It was stained from all the red wine.

'There we go' He said undoing the zipper. The dress fell off your body slowly. Xiao prepped the shower as you stood there.

The only thing that could be salvage was the garter. It was white with a turquoise flower sewn on it.

You removed it dropping it next to the dress. Xiao stared at you. You were a mess. Eyes red, make up running hair in a loose messy bun. You smelled of wine.

'Come here love' He said.

You approached him slowly. He hugged you.

'Let get you out of these and in the shower' you nodded doing as said while he stripped down.

You stood under the shower head crying quietly. Xiao hugging you trying his best to comfort you.

That night you slept breathing uneven. Xiao scrolling on his phone one hand one your back.

New of the wedding made it, news of your face being revealed to be the famous blind butterfly vtuber, news of your agency cutting ties with you due the incident, news of Xiao loosing his cool.

So he went of social media calling out his 'fans' the wedding planners company, the vtuber agency.

*I want to give a very big FUCK YOU to the people involved in today's disasters. Thanks to you I now have an inconsolable fiancee who won't stop crying. She not only lost her dream wedding but has also lost her vtubing career. Her streaming days are now over because you couldn't keep the picture off the internet. The officator is stupid for having leaked the location of my private wedding. The wedding planner for not listening to my baby girl. I'm beyond pissed. You don't crash a private event. You definitely don't pour wine down someone's significant other. That dress was coming in at a million mora. Trust me she had an official dress designer take a look at it. That was two years of work down the drain. Two year of work only for me to see her in it for an hour. You will be paying for the damages. You will make an apology to my fiancee and it better be a sincere apology. I'm canceling the meet and greet as a punishment to those who caused this disaster.*

He watched as the media went wild. 6th breeze sharing his post. The guests reposting it. Fans pleading begging him to not cancel the meet and greet. The vtuber agency you were signed with responding to the post stating you had broken an agreement in your contract. Xiao called bs doing what he could to save your favorite thing in the world.

Eventually he went to sleep pulling your figure close.

----

Morning came and you had your dress on the hanger.

Xiao had woken up because your side was cold. He sat up spotting you on the ground. You had several bottles of cleaner next to you. You were dabbing at the red stain trying to get it out. Tears stained your cheeks a bunch of tissues surrounding you all red. But the damage was to big for you to clean.

Xiao slipped off the bed quielty approaching you. He sat next to you grabbing a tissue to help you. You thanked him quietly. He just nodded and started dabbing at the dress.

After a few hours you threw your hands up in frustration.

'I don't even know if the dry cleaners can save this. I had the dress design in my art book for years! Now it's ruined.' You said.

'They can try. I know you spent two years sewing the dress together. I know you spent long hours working on it.' Xiao cupped your cheek. 'Come on let take it to them and see if they can save it'

You nodded standing up with him. Together you managed to get the dress off the hanger and in packed neatly in a duffel bag.

----

The dry cleaner lady smiled when she saw the dress.

'Yes my time to shine.' She said. 'I can clean this. It'll be a couple days. But I can get this cleaned off and looking like it just came off the shelf.'

Xiao nodded sighing in relief. You were in the car scared to come in.

'Leave me you number and I'll call when it's done.' She said.

Xiao did as told then left. He walked up to the car and entered.

'She says she can rescue the dress.' He heard you sigh in relief. 'Would you...like to get something to eat?'

You guys haven't eaten in the last 24 hours.

Yes full twenty-four hours of no food.

'Please' you said.

'What sounds good?' He asked looking at you.

'Good hunter' you looked back at him.

He nodded starting the car.

-----

You were in just a shirt when Xiao asked the question.

'Hey y/n' Xiao voice came from behind you. 'What if...we just got married here?'

'Huh?' You looked up from the book.

Xiao was in his shorts shirtless.

'What if we just got married in this room. My dad can officiate. We could have our guests in this room.' He said sitting next to you. 'No fancy dresses, no fancy building. Just us my dad and our college friends.'

You thought about it before nodding.

'I'll send a mass text to everyone. Come in what their wearing. Call zhongli.' You said grabbing your phone.

----

Lumine almost took the door off its hinges with scaramouche behind her. She was literally in her pj's scaramouche fully dressed in everyday clothes, aether right behind her, kazuha and his fiancee rin followed. Soon all the teyvat university students were here waiting.

Zhongli arrived smiling. Making sure everyone was settled he began.

---

'You may kiss the bride.' Zhongli said.

Xiao happily kissed you. Everyone clapping. He pulled away hugging you.

'Alright! Let reserve the Celestia building for a party! Lumine smiled.

'Are you kidding me?! You spent last night drinking heavily and suddenly your hang over is gone!' Aether said looking at her 'now your planning parties!'

'Joy killer!' She said pointing at him.

'We may be adults but that doesn't mean I cant kick your ass' Aether said launching himself at his sister.

You giggled as the twins fought.

'DONT FORGET YOUR VISIONS!' Lumine shouted as she tackled aether to the ground.

---

True to lumines word she reserved the Celestia building.

That night you guys celebrated your marriage. Everyone in casual clothes. Xiao had his arms around you. You were hiding in the corner smiling, watching everyone interact.

Cyno playing tcg with dehya, tighnari nilou and albedo discussing something, Jean Lisa kaeya and diluc talking, aether holding venti in a headlock to prevent him from emptying out the bar tap, lumine talking to zhongli who had nahidas hand ei right behind him. Childe trying to flirt with lumine.

Xiao leaned in close.

'While this is great I have a surprise for you' He said pulling his phone out.

You watched as he showed you a transaction. The name sounded familiar.

'Wait! Xiao did you?' You asked looking at him.

He nodded.

'I purchased your model just so you could keep it.' He kissed your cheek 'I argued with the agency for a bit before they agreed to let me buy it. This is my gift to you.'

You started tearing up thanking him profusely. He just smiled nuzzling your cheek.

----

You guy did redo the wedding this time with heavy security. Were you going over the top? Maybe.

You had guards at every single window, door, and bathroom.

Did your guests think you were going overboard? Nope. All guest brought their visions.

6th breeze fans had apologized, payed the damages.

Your dress was saved and you tipped the cleaner a big one as a thanks.

For the flower toss you just walked over to kazuha fiancee and handed it to her. Xiao did the same with the garter he gave it to kazuha.

You looked at the crowd.

Venti got drunk discovering his limit, he also got aether and Xiao drunk as well. Lumine was having too much fun with scaramouche. Childe trying his darn best to presuade an unsuspecting razor for a fight. Kaveh and alhaitham were doing....things in a private closet. Barbara was helping Bennett who once again fell on his butt because of a rock. Zhongli was holding nahidas hand keeping ei away from the kitchen. Cyno was playing tcg with dehya Candice and tighnari trying to keep the peace between the two players. Nilou albedo and diluc having a discussion.

Everyone had smiles on their faces happy and at peace.

Your fellow vtubers came along in their vtuber forms as well. You had signed a new contact with a brand new agency hence the new vtuber friends.

You smiled as PRETTY HAVØC came on watching people dance. Xiao stumbled over to you barely missing the chair.

'I'm so happy we managed to get the dream wedding' He said slurring his words. 'But im going to kill that idiot'

You giggled patting his cheek.

Yea this was better. But not as good as getting married in a hotel room. Everyone in their everyday clothes, pajamas, bathing suits (that was dehya having a spa day that morning she just jumped in her car).

'I think I liked the wedding we held in the hotel room.' You said to him.

Xiao looked out at the crowd agreeing.

'Lets start this marriage off with our friends' He said sitting up leaning over to kiss you.

Bonus!

You looked at Xiao test in hand. It was positive.

'This is real?' He asked looking at the test.

You nodded.

'How long?' He asked.

'Possibly a month and a half' you said fearing the worse.

You watched as he stared at the test before wrapping his arms around you.

'Thank you' He whispered.

You smiled into his chest.

You had a little girl months later. Her name was guizhong.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Your characters are attending a wedding! What are they wearing, what present are they giving the couple, and what do they get arrested for when the night is over?

I'll go with a few of my characters from my WIPs!

Tarrant (Song of Thorns) -

What he is wearing: An impeccable blue robe with gold trim and delicate embroidered details, with a ruffled white shirt, tight black pants, and delicate boots. He also has delicate black silk gloves and golden jewelry. He may or may not be wearing light traditional makeup. His long strawberry-blond hair is either loose and styled with delicate silver chains or tied into a neat ponytail.

What present is he giving the couple: Something expensive but standard. He probably doesn't have time to spend choosing something incredibly specific, so he chooses the next best thing: something of quality that he knows will be considered useful by the wedded couple.

What does he get arrested for when the night is over: Getting into a fight with an important guest who got too drunk and tried to hit on him inappropriately.

Jack (Supernova Initiative) -

What he is wearing: An elegant white suit or a pitch black smoking, with a loose "button-up" shirt and no tie. He wears well-tailored pants and fancy shoes. He probably has styled his hair a bit more than usual with gel but otherwise keeps his same usual hairstyle. He still wears his trinket necklace. Most of his fancy "black-tie" clothes are likely rental, except for the shirt.

What present is he giving the couple: Something that will impress them, likely something incredibly unique or at least unusual. Very likely stolen too, given his occupation is literally being an "intergalactic thief".

What does he get arrested for when the night is over: Doesn't get arrested because he is way too good at what he does. Since he most likely doesn't know the bride and groom, he probably has robbed them blind and is halfway to a space diner with his sister and friends right now to celebrate another successful heist.

Masen (Of Starlight and Beasts) -

What he is wearing: A pristine and intricate red and gold bard's robe with simple grey pants and leather boots, along with a fancy fur cloak. His long curly brown hair is loose but styled with two simple braids and iron jewelry. He also carries his best lute.

What present is he giving the couple: A cask of the finest and most exquisite wine of the land, which he hopes to enjoy during the celebration as well.

What does he get arrested for when the night is over: Trying to use his bardic magic (literally) to enchant the crowds at the wedding into giving him all their money and then trying to make a run for it.

Kane (Song of Thorns) -

What he is wearing: His finest suit of armor, polished especially for this occasion, along with his famous bear fur cloak and his silver sword proudly on display at his side. His hair is loose and combed into semi-perfection.

What present is he giving the couple: A finely crafted duo of swords - one for each one of the duo.

What does he get arrested for when the night is over: Having a little too much to drink and then getting into a brawl with someone who tried to insult his family name.

Cassiopeia (Supernova Initiative) -

What is she wearing: A glittery dress with their galaxy's constellations perfectly etched onto it, with delicate party slippers. She also wears her half of the trinket necklace.

What gift does she give the couple: A newly built robot of her own making possibly one to help around the couple's house.

What does she get arrested for at the end of the night: Same answer as Jack's (her big brother). Doesn't get arrested and flies away on their spaceship to a space diner to celebrate a successful heist.

Elodie (The Forgotten Ones) -

What is she wearing: A ruffled shirt with tight black pants and a fancy green vest/corset, with new leather boots.

What gift does she give the couple: An enchanted and rare kind of butterfly that is said to grant wishes. It's known as the Moonflight.

What does she get arrested for when the night is over: Getting too carried away and trying to steal some of the silver cutlery and small ornaments from the party.

[firemandeanbuck]

human AU where Morpheus is known for his last stunt in, the illegal backflip in the 2022 Winter Olympic Final. what people dont know about it, is JUST the morning before the final, his long-term girlfriend, theslmay broke up with him. he was in a very bad state, so he just said fuck it to figure skating coz its the one thing she made him love so deeply many years back. In doing so, he loses points and basically the gold medal that was so close in his hands. but he already had 4 medals, so it was enough. for a long while, he lives in a dark spot, weeks, months. he was on the edge. then, Theslay invited him to her wedding, with someone who she was seeing for 3 years, in 3 months.

Seeing him depressed, his sister Teleute (Death) tells him to move to with Mania (Del), in London, who is still afraid of her big brother. they embark on a very chaotic life together. At first, Morpheus was repellant of his sister, but soon learnt to accept her, as she shows moments of unexpected wisdom and sanity, and brightens up his depress world with her clothes, hairstyles to outing choices. One day, Morpheus goes to Del's antique shop coz he was bored. There, he meets a stranger, who mistakes him for a guest and shows him around, Del wasn't there. Morpheus was stunned by his fascination with old stuff and how much he knows about them.

He goes in a few times a week, always buys something and brings it home. One day, Del notices and tells him how he finds Hob. “How do you know?", del being del, shrugged and said “that trinket is from the part of the shop that HE manages", and goes about like nothing happened. nothing happens for 2 months.

Morpheus wakes up only to find he had 2 weeks for a plus one on thelsay wedding. every single one of his siblings flat out refuse. he unfortunately babbles that hob, who agrees to be his plus one. They practise jokingly to be affectionate and all. So obviously they have to go on a date and what place Hob chooses? a frozen lake for ice skating. Morpheus just leaves wordlessly. Hob fears he had done something wrong. because he lives under a rock, del tells him about the whole Olympics thing. So, hob tries to reconcile with him the best he can. He sends him silly videos of him and his ducks slipping in attempt of skating in the middle of night captioned, "might need a professional". hesitant, Morpheus goes to him and Hob tells him how sorry he is and may or may not love him.

They go to the wedding, which turns out to be a total disaster because someone messing with the wedding gown and the bride went face first into the cake. said someone also made a black velvet cake, knowing she HATES black.

After the wedding shenanigan, Morpheus teaches hob professional skating, which in turn makes him love it again.

[demona9999]

Anakin Skywalker costume list

So I have seen posts documenting every Padmé dress and such, but I have never seen one for Anakin so I thought I would do it myself! Behold, I care too much about this man and everything he's worn, including notable accessories lol. I will try to go on chronological order from Anakin's POV, or as best as I can anyway, so keep that in mind

1-Tatooine slave outfit 

Worn during almost the entirety of the Phantom Menace, this outfit is pretty simple: just simple work clothes with arm and leg wraps to keep sand out. It’s obviously very similar to what Luke’s farmer look was like, only a bit less white. Also a necklace that was a gift from his mother according to the character guide, so that’s cute!

+ Podracing helmet 

During the race he also wears a helmet that has a leather neck wrap.

+ Naboo pilot helmet

When he accidentally joins the fight at Naboo he also wears a Naboo pilot helmet that he finds on the ship itself. I would like to add that despite what some people might make you believe, it is not a child sized helmet, it's an adult sized one. 

2-Jedi Padawan

At the very end of the Phantom Menace we see Anakin dressed as a Jedi for the first time, he’s basically dressed like a mini Obi-Wan at this point lol. It is perhaps the lightest clothes he's ever worn as a Jedi, and the only thing in his belt are food capsules since he has no lightsaber or anything else yet.

3-Adult Jedi Padawan 

Now we get to one of the big ones, Anakin’s outfit though most of Attack of the clones. His under tunic is still light, but his Jedi tunic and pants are a dark brown, and he has leather tabards instead of simple cloth ones. He has leather protecting his boots too. His belt has food capsules and another 3 pouches, which according to the character guide include his comlink, a medical pouch, and mechanical tools. Also a lightsaber clip, but it seems to come and go lol

+ Cape

His cape is quite unique in this one! In fact you might have thought it was a robe, but last I checked robes need to have sleeves and this doesn't. It’s basically a cape with a gap to put his arms through and a hood.

+Mechanical arm

It was in this outfit where Anakin got his first mechanical limb, a golden one that was only shown in his wedding scene

+He also wore this outfit, including the golden mecha arm, through the first part of the 2003 clone wars cartoon. 

Also in that he wore this getup while on a starship.

In there he also lost the tunic for a while, giving us an undertunic Anakin.

He also appeared like this in the flashback in Kenobi

4-The peasant disguise   

Now this is one of my favorite Anakin outfits, the peasant disguise he wears to go into hiding with Padmé, he wore it during their travel to Naboo and their visit to the current Queen. It's basically a white shirt, a beautiful black vest with golden patterns, an orange necktie and a grey sash. His pants and boots seem to be in fact the same he wears as a Jedi lol.  

+Poncho

This outfit also includes Anakin wearing a white poncho over it, which he wore while they were on the way to and they talked to the Queen. 

Also, this is what he's wearing in the “A Jedi shall not know anger. Nor hatred. Nor love” poster for this movie, although for some reason the image is mirrored since the Padawan bride is on his right side??

5-Casual clothes

These are the clothes that we see Anakin meditating with after having nightmares about his mother. A very loose shirt, quite reminiscent of the clothing he used to wear in Tatooine actually, the pants and boots are still the same Jedi ones. 

Additionally there's photos and footage of him wearing these clothes while Padmé is wearing her yellow meadow dress but with a different hairstyle, I’m guessing it was a promotional photo since there doesn't seem to be any deleted scenes where this would happen? 

6-Clone wars armour, the old series

This was the look Anakin had during the second half of the 2003 Clone wars cartoon. It’s a light brown tunic and pants, with a darker brown overtunic and cape, as well as brown gloves and boots which we can presume are still the same as before. He's wearing armour for his chest and shoulders, his belt seems to be armour too. 

Additionally this is the first time we see him with long hair and that eye scar! 

7-The blue tattoos

During the last arc of this series Anakin also took everything except his pants and boots off and was adorned with blue tattoos according to ritual for the race they were helping. 

Additionally it was in this look that he lost his golden mechanical arm and got a new one originally, look he even still had blue on his scar when he did lol 

8-Clone war armour new series

And so we get to the CG clone wars series! This was Anakin’s outfit from seasons 1 to 3. It stands out quite a bit for being his most colorful outfit,  since it's a red tunic and pants with a blue overtunic. He’s also wearing armour fort his chest and shoulders, with the Jedi symbol on his left shoulder plate. He's wearing different gloves on each hand, with his left one being a simple black glove with a brown cover, while the right one is completely black and has some cloth catches. His belt has food capsules and 2 identical pouches. His boots, as you might have guessed, are still the same lol. 

Additionally you can also see him in this outfit in Battlefield II

And in Tales of the Jedi, it took place really early and so he had shorter hair, and for some reason, the latches of his right arm are mechanical there

8.1-Hot toy 

His hot toy as a clone wars general was mostly based on that previous outfit so I thought I put this here. There are some differences though, like his right glove having metal latches instead of cloth ones.

+Cape

This hot toy also gave him a dark brown cape along with a different armour for it, presumably as a reference to the previous clone wars series look. 

+ Poncho

Also in the deluxe version of this hot toy came with a whole new poncho, which is mostly plain white except for a decoration at the border

9-Naboo pilot disguise

During the episode Senate spy in season 2 episode 4 of clone wars, Anakin had to wear a Naboo pilot disguise to escort Padmé and Clovis discreetly and all. It’s a pretty simple outfit, but hey at least the helmet actually fits him now! 

10-Clone wars cloth outfit

This was his main outfit from season 3 and half to 6 of the clone wars. We are getting closer to his iconic Revenge of the Sith look but we are not quite there yet! His Jedi boots and pants are the same once more, and his dark brown tunic returns along with the leather tabards, but his undertunic seems to be a simple dark brown shirt instead of the usual under tunics. His right glove now has simple metal latches, and his left has a black covering with a couple of straps and has his comlink attached. His Jedi belt has a lightsaber clip, some food capsules, a lightsaber clip that seems to come and go, and the same pouches he will have in Revenge of the Sith so we will get to those there, except for the one up front which in Revenge of the Sith has vertical lines and in here has horizontal lines.  

11-Underwater gear

This is what he wore during the water war arc, season 4 episodes 1 through 4 of the clone wars. There’s not much to say, I mean it’s a red scuba diver suit with a lot of star wars technology all over it and a bubble helmet. I guess it is the one time he got ot wear matching outfits with Padmé tough lol 

12-Zygerrian disguise

During the famous Zygerria arc, in season 4 episode 12 and 13, Anakin wears a disguise as a Zygerrian. At first he has a helmet too, but he loses it during his amazing arena plan so he spends the rest of this on just the armour.

13-Rebels holocron outfit

In season 2 episode 18 of Rebels we see Ahsoka watch a holocron of Anakin giving some lightsaber lessons and he's wearing…. this. Ok so the boots and pants are the same again, and he's wearing a brown tunic, but over it he's wearing some kind of… armour maybe? It's a bit hard to tell, but it has the Jedi symbol over it. His belt is a simple belt instead of a Jedi one, with some lights in it??? It's a strange look…

14-Revenge of the Sith Jedi robes  

Finally, possibly Anakin’s most iconic outfit, the Revenge of the Sith look! He has a dark brown tunic with a lighter brown undertunic, but the same leather tabards, pants and boots as before. He wears no glove on his left hand, while his right one has complicated metal latches. His Jedi belt has a lightsaber clip, food capsules, a pouch for emergency rations and another for his grappling hook.

He wears this same look during season 7 of the clone wars too, although for some reason the metal latches of his right arm are still the ones from his previous clone wars costume instead of the details ones

+Robe  

Now this is a Jedi robe! It's very dark brown and has a hood, and looks enormous on him tbh lol

He also appeared like this in Kenobi

+Earpiece

During the battle of Coruscant he's wearing a golden earpiece, probably pretty well known since he has it during the iconic “This is where the fun begins” line

15-Night robe

You might have thought it was his Jedi robe if you weren’t a thirsty hoe like me that watched this scene like a hawk, but it's not! It's shorter, doesn't have a hood and it's actually black, so it's a different robe. 

Also during this scene we can see that he has a new mechanical arm, which is black and gold now. 

16-Burnt and suitless

I feel like this should count,even if it's not technically actual clothes lol. Anakin burnt in his Revenge of the Sith outfit and looked like this

And I guess we can add the times we have seen him suitless after this too, in Rogue one

And in Kenobi

17-Darth Vader suit:  

Now, while in general Darth Vader looks more or less the same, there are differences to his suit depending on the appearance. So while I put them in chronological order from his perspective, take into account that all of them happened at different times in the real world I guess? 

The main differences are the colour and shape of the lenses on the helmet, the size of the triangle under his mouth piece, the length of the chain holding his cape, the control boxers button colours and wether is being held up by leather straps or not, if his gloves have vertical or horizontal lines, his shoulder armour, and also whether he has his robe over his shoulder armour or not. I didn't want to write it all so I made a chart, it took me a while and its probably  the nerdiest thing I've ever done, if you want the full version hit me up, enjoy it lol

18.1 Revenge of the Sith version

18.2 Clone wars

18.3 Fallen order

18.4 Kenobi

We saw him with his mask broken in this too

18.5 Rebels

We saw him with his helmet broken here as well

 18.6 Force unleashed

+Damaged

Vader got really battle damaged in this game, so let's add it too, it was quite shocking

18.7 Rogue one

18.8 New Hope

+Capeless 

It’s hard to notice since he wears the robe over the armour in this one, but he is not wearing the cape when he's piloting!You might be able to tell better with the behind the scenes photo

18.9 Empire strikes back

+Capeless

In both of the scenes where he's in his hyperbaric chamber he is not wearing his cape either

+Short robe

I don't know if I'm imagining this but in this one scene in Empire I think his robe is shorter? Not the rest of Hoth scenes, just this one, is strange…

18.10 Return of the Jedi

+Maskeless

Well we saw the back of his head before in Empire, but this time we see his whole face so I feel it’s more relevant here

19-Force ghost 

And finally, his outfit as a Force ghost! Which is basically old Bens outfit except with a Jedi undertunic and not a shirt with a high neck like him lol 

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LimGuda WIP doodles

I wanted to compile my collection of LimGuda doodles mostly from 2021 ~ 2022. They’re rough WIPs, but I wanted to post the ones I still like. I’ll put them under the cut, along with some rambles I have on LimGuda wearing Việt phục, traditional Vietnamese clothes! I’ve been meaning to redraw these sometime in the future.

LimGuda my comfort headcanon NBLNB couple!!! 🥺 💚 🧡  God I love them so much it's unreal. 

Việt phục talk 

I’m planning for Douman and Ritsuka to wear matching Việt phục (“Vietnamese traditional clothing”). The specific type of Việt phục they’re wearing is called áo tấc (“10 cm dress”). It’s also called áo tế (“Ritual/Ceremonial dress”). Tấc is a unit of measurement. In modern times, 1 tấc = 10 cm, and it’s the width of the hem of the dress or bound seam. 

Áo tấc is the historical predecessor to Vietnam's national dress, áo dài (“Long dress”). Áo tấc is also called Áo ngũ thân tay thụng (“Five-panel robe with loose sleeves”). It’s a type of Áo ngũ thân (“Five-panel robe”) with large loose sleeves. Áo tấc was worn by all classes for various occasions. 

I have an art idea of Douman and Ritsuka wearing green and red áo tấc... Red is a colour worn by Vietnamese brides. I usually see Vietnamese brides wear red, pink, or gold, etc., or bright colours at their weddings. Red, blue, green, and pink are common Vietnamese wedding colours! So that’s why I want LimGuda to wear green and green áo tấc.

That reminds me, I've had the idea of LimGuda wearing áo tấc in my head for the longest time and I haven't refined the rest yet because I haven't been able to decide whether I want Douman’s hair in braids or ponytail LOL. These are my ideas for them:

Douman

Green áo tấc with black trousers, hair based off his 1st Ascension design, but styled into braids or a low ponytail. I think I’ll end up going with the braids! I’m also thinking of another version with him wearing black and red áo tấc with black trousers, based off his 3rd Ascension design.

I think for Douman, I'd use the same muted emerald green he wears. Áo tấc are usually simpler in style compared to outfits like áo nhật bình (“Square collared dress”). 

Ritsuka

Red áo tấc with white trousers, maybe a red khăn đóng (turban headpiece), white and red beaded necklaces, and elaborate gold hairpins. As for their hairstyle... maybe I can have their tied back in a bun with some loose strands (the common Vietnamese bride look). Or their hair could just be let down loose.

LimGuda in in Việt phục… wearing my culture’s traditional clothes??? I AM ON THE FLOOR. The Nguyễn dynasty's áo tấc and áo nhật bình make great wedding attire. Red is such a classic colour for traditional wear and weddings to, and Ritsuka would look so kissable in red áo nhật bình~ My wifey wife wife...

I wanna draw them in áo nhật bình eventually, but the patterns on nhật bình are more colourful and detailed, so I'm saving that for another time.  

Extra rambles

Douman has such a good design. Their design is amazing, but it’s so detailed and complex, so I wanted to draw LimGuda in áo tấc so I can have simpler designs to refer back to whenever I want to draw them quickly.

I still have to redraw the áo tấc Ritsuka though, it's an old doodle from 2021, and I improved a lot since then, so it’s outdated compared to my current art style. Somewhere around ~2022, I started using a weighted inky brush instead, and I think it suits my art style more! I love using weighted inky brushes! I've been using it as my sketching/lining brush ever since.

I read an article before that talked about how combinations of green and red in Viet weddings were considered a symbol of courtship and marriage... and romantic with erotic symbolism... Oh my god... LimGuda...

I read a post by @/lotusinjadewell that in Southern Vietnam, Viet brides would wear 2 áo ngũ thân on top of each other, with the outer layer being green, and the inner layer being red. That reminds me of Douman colours...

LimGuda wearing green and red Việt phục (Combusts) I wanted to choose those colours because green and red are also notable wedding colours! Anyways I'd have many more things to say about them, but it'd be an essay, so I just wanted to let people know about my immense love for them!!!

I wanna draw them more, since they’re one of my top favourite ships ever and incredibly important to me, but Douman’s design is the most detailed and complex out of my faves. Still, I'd like to become powerful at drawing them someday. Plus, I wanna give myself simpler outfits to fall back on whenever I don't want to draw their canon outfits (especially Douman's which has too many details)

They give me constant brainrot I think about them every single day. I’ve been down bad for them since December 2020. LIMGUDA

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On the topic of Nina Williams how would you rank her outfits? 🤔 Which are your favorites?

Oh YES I like this question.

Alright let's go!

10. Tekken 6 / Tekken Tag Tournament 2 - Death by Degrees Wrestling Outfit

The design is a little bit "out there". I'm not a huge fan of the colours. I like that her gloves stand out though. I like her boots and bra.

9. Tekken 6 - "Office" Outfit

I miss when Tekken used to do a "combat" outfit for the 1P costume and a "casual" one for 2P... I love her pants and sandals. Don't care for the jacket that much, the top part looks much better in the total black Scenario Campaign variation. Love her necklace.

8. Tekken 6 - Biker Suit

I love that she canonically has outfit changes throughout the course of the story, as a true STAR should. This probably served as an inspiration for her Blood Vengeance outfit.

7. Tekken 7 - Casual outfit

Kind of hate the shorts and the boots and the pistol necklace, come on you're not a teen from the Hood™ girl, but the tailcoat, top and bangles make up for it. I also like that in the premade version of it she has her other, "bridal" hairstyle. Looks nice to have her hair styled in a different way now and then, she's had them styled the exact same way since Tekken 3!

6. Tekken 5 / 6 / Tag 2 / 7 / etc. - Combat suit

I used to complain about how she's had that outfit FOREVER but I seem to be using it a lot in 7... A classic is a classic you know?

5. Tekken 7 - Wedding Dress

This was such a RADICAL redesign. Completely out of the blue too. But then they gave us the backstory that she was posing as the bride to take out the group who was a crime boss or whatever and then when they dropped Anna they revealed it was HER dress. I feel so sorry for Anna but this was a ✨moment✨. Love that Anna had a widow dress to contrast hers.

4. Tekken 3 / Tekken Tag Tournament - Casual outfit

This is such a look. The pants, the heels, the bra, the vest. Yes! Could I live without the leopard print? Maybe, but the rest of the outfit is so good that it's overly inoffensive

3. Tekken 7 - Blood Vengeance biker suit

This is a more polished version of the Tekken 6 one. Love the slickness of it all, it's a bit unnescesarily tight. Like Nina has a lot of tight outfits but this looks the most uncomfortable of all! The kitty heels are a bit funny considering all the stilettos she's worn before. Shiny!

2. Tekken 5 - Gold catsuit

I LOVE the silver / gold pallette with the black details. The leopard print doesn't bother me in this case because it serves as a direct reference to her Tekken 3 outfit so it receives a unique status of iconicness. Love that her back and arms are exposed. The little cropped out "triangle" above her ass is a bit much though.

1. Tekken 4 - Pink catsuit

And here we have the pièce de résistance! I love that it's hot fucking pink. I love the pink shades. I love the oversized zipper. I love the white boots. I love the metallic choker. I even love the purple gloves that absolutely do not go with the rest of the outfit. I actually recoloured her black catsuit in to these colours in Tekken 7 and also have her pink pink glasses. They need to bring this back.