#wedding prompt

[puppiesandnightlock]

In Sickness and Health, In Riches And Poor

A/N: My Secret Santa gift for @jonathan-samuel-smith/@dankgemestho !

“Let’s get married!” Jon announced one day on the playground. Damian, who was about a year and a half his senior, scowled. 

“Why?” 

“Cauuse then we’ll be together forever, like my mommy and daddy!’ You’re my best friend, and I love you, and that means if we get married we can live together.”

Damian felt his face heat up at the idea, but kept a firm mask of displeasure. “It sounds stupid.”

“Well, I’m either going to marry you, noodles, or Jay.”

His nose wrinkled. “You can’t marry noodles.”

The older boy’s insides twisted at the thought of his friend being with someone else. Jon was his best friend, not that pink-haired nuisance that appeared halfway through the year.

“I can too!” He pulled two ring pops from his lunch box. “See, I'll have a ring and everything.” 

The older boy eyed the candy. Well…

“Okay. I’ll marry you, then, I guess.”  He said finally, rewarded with a green ring pop.

“I have to put it on you.” Jon unwrapped it and placed it on Damian’s left hand. “Now you do the same.”

He slipped the candy on Jon's hand. “Now what?”

“Now, um…repeat after me.” Jon instructed. “I promise to be your best friend and love you for ever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.” 

Damian sighed. “I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, jon. ” 

“Say it!” The younger boy demanded. 

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.” 

Jon held out his pinkie. “I dunno what happens after that cause my mommy and daddy cover my eyes, so we should pinkie-promise on it so that it’ll be forever.”

Ah, now here was something Damian could get behind. Dutifully, they locked pinkies and shook, before beginning to eat their lollipops. 

“What now?” Damian asked eventually.

“Well..” Jon hesitated. “Sometimes they dance. B-but we don't have to!” 

Damian squinted at him. “We’re married now, aren't we? We should do what the married people on tv do, or all of this was for nothing.”

“Y-yeah.” 

Curiously enough, Jon’s face was turning a steady shade of pink. Damian shrugged it off and mimicked what he’d seen other people do at the galas his family went to. 

Underneath the play structure they swayed, trying to step more forwards and stumbling on each other's feet.

“Are we doing this right?” Jon broke the silence they’d settled into.

“I dunno.” Damian responded. “Who cares?”

Who cares, indeed. They stayed like that, swaying to only the rhythm in their heads until the whistle blew and they hastily detached themselves, racing to get inside.

Damian chose to keep his “marital status” under wraps, a plan that was quickly foiled by Jon, who blurted it out to his mother as they were being picked up. Pictures were taken, as well as videos, a recitation of their vows and much more blackmail material to be shown much later.

     20 years after

“You have personal vows?” The officiator asked, passing the microphone to the couple in front of him.

“Damian…you are the love of my life, and you make me so happy every day that I've known you. We have our ups and downs, but every single time, we come out on top. You’ve been there through the hardest times of my life and you're my support, my anchor, the thing that keeps me going.”

Jon had tears running down his face, and he reached out to grab Damian’s hands, his emerald eyes overflowing with emotion. 

“And um, this is going to surprise you, but…repeat after me?” he was unable to control the grin overtaking his face as Damian’s eyes widened, before letting out a little choked laugh.

“ Repeat after me. I promise to be your best friend and love you forever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.”

“I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, Jon, ”  Damian recited dutifully, the exact words from their “first wedding” so long ago.

“ Say it!”

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.”

Both were having a hard time controlling their tears, although quiet laughter echoed from them to the audience, most of whom knew the inside joke being shared. 

Jon dropped Damian’s hands and extended his pinkie, unusual to some, but thoroughly warming to the grooms.

They locked fingers and shook, giggling softly to themselves.

Jon passed the mic to the side, slipping the silver band with its simple design of sapphires and emeralds on Damian’s hand.

Damian held the mic now, wiping his eyes. 

“Well, the ring isn't candy this time.” Jon laughed, already tearful. 

“And this time it’s real, although the first one wasn't too far off. I love you, so, so much, Jonathan Samuel Kent. You are the light to my darkness, the sun to my moon. You are my impulse control, my counter and opposite in nearly everything. But that’s why we work so well together. You balance us out, my habibi, my beloved. My life. You are…my everything. And I am so honored that I get to call you mine for the rest of our lives.”

He passed the mic back to the officiator and placed the matching band on Jon’s ring finger. 

A few more words passed, until the sealing of “I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

As they closed the distance, Jon leaning down and Damian reaching up on his tiptoes, the guests cheered, although they seemed to not hear it, the joy leaving nothing but the two of them in the world.

“You won’t step on my feet this time, will you, farm boy?”

“I was FIVE!” 

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #852

"Come on; we've got a wedding to crash,"

[shittygaypornmagazine]

every time I daydream about my characters getting married I remember that I made it very clear that marriages have to happen in sacred places, and these two are literally hated by the gods, so I get sad. but then I remember that all three of us are romantic mushy motherfuckers. so I'll probably just write a scene with them in their room, make one of them say something like "no place has ever been as sacred to me as this bed when you are in it" and call it a day.

bonus points: the one that says it is the one who, until this point, genuinely believed in the gods.

[the-trinket-witch]

Ooh!!!! Wedding prompt for Al/Octo-trio as one big poly family

(Ask meme here)

Location -Oh you know 100% this is going to be a Beachside wedding. Instead of a split of the aisle between family, it's split between Land-dwellers and Merfolk.

Cake or Food -Azul would insist on making the cake himself (less overhead cost) as well as it being an excuse to make sure it looks and tastes JUST So. It would take some convincing for him to settle on yellow cake and not white, but he is still working on his relationship with food.

Clothing (dress, suit or something in between) All Three wearing suits, with differing color vests and pocket squares (Jade-Teal, Azul-Purple, Al-Orange) But wait, 3? what about Floyd? Check the HC for more.

Rings Each of them have a band representing the other two: (in order: Jade, Azul, Albert)

Flower bouquet Again, Something Orange, purple and Blue. But each man would be getting a piece of the bouquet, where they combine it as they come up, tying it off to toss once married.

And whatever else comes into my mind, maybe some HCs -I genuinely don't believe Floyd would want to get married. His moods and tastes change so much that unless he comes to find out why or how to wrangle it in, he's going to want to be available to the winds of whimsy. -All three of the guys are going to have a part in planning and arranging things; they all are big planners with eyes for detail. Azul would want to handle catering, Jade with inviting and arranging venue, and Albert plotting out decor/suits/flowers/etc. -Honeymoon would likely be somewhere None of them have been to, and they eventually settle on touring the Briar Valley coasts.

Honestly the three of them would have been content exchanging rings in a courtroom wedding, but on the absolute INSISTENCE of Mama Ashengrotto and Nana Leech, they all agree to have a ceremony for everyone to get photos for/meeting everyone.

[kitsunequeen1987]

What a beautiful wedding :3

Kitsune belongs to me

Jesse belongs to @michaelathisten

Cosette belongs to @shiuren

Deksaip belongs to Saip, who doesn't have a Tumblr as far as I know.

Afika belongs to @afikaandthefandoms09

Tyke belongs to @onionstree (love you bro)

Tessa belongs to @tessathepeanut

Ghost belongs to @megaghost02yt

Jolly belongs to @aalinatheshark

And Yucan belongs to Yucan on Twitter who I'm pretty certain doesn't have a Tumblr.

[oldfangirl81]

Fic Prompt

Today's Pride prompt is wedding. I'm going with a wedding in the library.

And an article on popular library locations.

[abbyfmc]

Idea

A yandere ex is dumped by his girlfriend, (Y/n), because she caught him cheating. The yandere is quick to chase her around begging for forgiveness while she's heartbroken. He basically stalks her to the point that (Y/n) had to put restraining orders on him and change her city and number. Years later, he finds her about to marry her yandere fiancé (who is secretly MUCH more yandere than him) to whom (Y/n) gave her heart. The yandere fiancé knows about the yandere ex's existence, and constantly watches him; he mocks and rubs it in his face that (Y/n) will never be his to the point of secretly inviting him to the wedding and watching him mockingly and scornfully from the audience from the altar, after kissing his beloved.

[justaz]

merlin notices knights trailing after him while he dashes around the castle and then they follow him into town and they follow him out into the woods and arthur is being super weird about it and none of the knights at the round table are saying anything so oh fuck arthur definitely knows about merlin’s magic and is having him closely monitored bc he thinks merlin is dangerous omg its so obvious. whole time arthur is just in his chambers giggling, twirling his hair, and blushing as he writes in his diary journal that he found old rules that were used to keep his mother safe and he implemented them for his queen his beloved merlin to keep him safe

[leawesomesloth]

My second prompt for TGCF Gotcha for Gaza!!

Thank you so much @CloudAnthill on twt for your donation! Hope everyone enjoys this sweet little wedding moment~❤️

Also reminder: you have until 11.59pm EST today (16th March 2024) to donate and submit prompts for this event! Get those last prompts in! Let’s see if I��ll be able to receive a 3rd prompt??? 👀

Previous prompt (slight nsfw huaqing) here

[shushmal]

Robin has a love-hate relationship with Steve-and-Eddie. Love, because those are her best friends and her best friends are in love with each other and they never leave her out of anything. Hate, because sometimes she wishes they would because she keeps accidentally third-wheeling herself.

She doesn't hate it that much though, if she's honest. It's just fun to complain, especially because it riles the both of them up.

But right now, she's being quiet so she can witness one of her secretly-favorite Steve-and-Eddie rituals—of which there are many, but this one is silly and endearing.

It starts like this:

The waitress sets down their drinks, lemonade for Robin, coca-cola for Steve, and a cherry soda for Eddie.

"Don't you dare," Eddie says, even as Steve reaches for Eddie's drink, slipping his straw in next to Eddie's and slurping obnoxiously. Eddie doesn't even pretend to stop him anymore. "Unbelievable."

"I just want to taste it!"

"You could just get a whole glass of it! All for yourself!!"

"It's too sweet, I don't want a whole glass."

"What, so you think you can just help yourself to mine?"

Steve's grin is far too smug, even for Robin, even when Steve slides it to her so she can take a sip. Steve is right, it is really too sweet and she wrinkles her nose, but it's worth it for the offended gasp Eddie makes when she slides it back to him.

The diner is their favorite, because everyone who works there has given up on understanding their weird dynamic: Robin and Steve squished into on side of the booth while Eddie's spread out on the other, Robin making gagging noises whenever Steve brushes against her, even though they never sit in any other configuration. The staff has long since stopped asking which of them was her boyfriend, and that's perfect for her.

Besides, she knows that under the table, Steve and Eddie have their ankles locked together like the disgusting love-sick dorks that they are.

The Steve-and-Eddie show continues when their meals come out. Chicken fingers and fries for Steve because he's an actual child, and breakfast for dinner for Eddie because he likes to be contrary. And then the real performance begins.

They "fight" over the ketchup bottle, which really means that Eddie picks it up and Steve snatches it out of his hands—only for Steve to spread it over Eddie's scrambled eggs (gross) for him before he adds a disgusting amount to his own basket.

Eddie makes a game of stealing Steve's fries when he thinks he isn't looking (Steve is, he's tallying each one up in his head, Robin knows this because she's doing it too), and when he finally "catches" Eddie in the act, he steals Eddie's last piece of bacon—the one that's sat untouched for the last five minutes for this very reason.

Then, Eddie's "forcing" Steve to try his grits, like he does every time, and game eats a spoonful of it, every time, and then complains at length how much he hates it (and he actually does hate it, the texture is just not for him, Robin knows because it's the same for her too).

And then they do the worst, most disgusting thing ever: they split the pancake in half. Without fail. Without argument. Every time.

Robin, slurping on her strawberry milk shake that she will NEVER share with anyone ever, thinks that stupid pancake is like the symbol of their love or something. Sh's sure if they weren't in public, they'd be feeding it to each other.

"What?" They say it in unison, and Robin hates when they do that to her.

(Eddie complains about it right back at her, because she and Steve do the same thing to him all the time. They should blame Steve, since he's the common denominator, but he just looks so pleased about them both that they can't rag on him for it, so Eddie remains Robin's sworn enemy and vice versa.)

"What what?" she sneers at them, voice quiet. "You two are disgusting, it's like you're making out right in front of me right now."

"What are you, homophobic?" Eddie hisses back, just as quiet. "I'm in love with your best friend, Buckley. I'm making out with him in front of you for the rest of your life."

"Ugh! I hate you so much."

"Right back at you."

And then they start kicking at each other beneath the table, no doubt catching Steve's ankles in the crossfire. He doesn't tell them to stop though, and Robin can see that pleased, sappy smile on his stupid face out of the corner of her eye, so she lands an exceptionally harsh blow to Eddie's shin in retaliation for making her best friend so happy. He digs his heel into her toes in return.

[disgracefulthings]

AU where Luo Binghe is actually Shang Qinghua's son. Shang Qinghua has a one night stand with hot demon lord Tianlang-Jun, and the system decides to change up the story to make Shang Qinghua pregnant with the protagonist. Because of this Tianlang-Jun eventually ends up with Su Xiyan, who does not die this time because she isn't pregnant. (She and Shang Qinghua can become friends and does not mind that he is carrying her lover's child). Eventually Mobei-Jun comes into the picture, upset that his servant has been seeing other demons (Shang Qinghua has to reassure him that he's still completely loyal to Mobei-Jun, it's just Tianlang-Jun is really good at the sex. For some reason this does not make things better). Mobei-Jun decides to be the best step dad and tries to out dad Tianlang-Jun (and hints how he could totally be a better lover than he was).

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua tries to avoid the death flags that comes with being the protagonist's mother, and it eventually comes to him being kidnapped by the Hua Huan Palace Master, but he is saved by his new family, Mobei-Jun+Tianlang-Jun+Su Xiyan, and maybe some of his sect siblings because they've learned to appreciate him (and maybe they're a little afraid that the sect might fall apart without him)

And they all live happily ever after!

(Years down the line when Luo Binghe is an adult, and the system decides to spit out Shen Yuan who is very confused with what happened with PIDW. Shang Qinghua is fine with his son falling in love with his favorite anti-fan because he knows no one will love him more than peerless cucumber does)

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #722

"You ready?"

"More than ready,"

"Then let's get you married,"

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 247

Danny grumbles, going limp as the Spirit plucked him up, holding him out like some sort of stray cat. Their golden eyes stared across him, white hair shimmering and bloodied feathers rustling as they tilted their head. 

“You sure he’s not somehow ours?” Bludhaven asks again, setting him down once more to circle. Amity laughs, wild hair the color of wheat fluttering in a non-existent breeze and portal pulsing like a heart as she rests a hand on his head. 

“Well darlin’, I am asking if you would be open to adopting,” the Spirit laughs, the sound as familiar as the birds outside his window in the mornings. “Well, I suppose I could always ask your dear sister Arkham-” 

“No no, I would be honored,” Bludhaven smiled a literally sharp grin, something mischievous and violent about it in a way Danny was slowly growing used to. “I’m just- look at the little ghostling! He looks like he could be from ours! My hair, your eyes… he’s just missing markings…” 

“Markings he’ll get once you give me an answer darlin’...”

“OH- Yes, of course! Sorry, I got whelmed there.” 

“You have been stalking your vigilante a bit too much there Blud.” 

[blueskittlesart]

batch 2 of instagram requests, alt outfit edition

[hughmanbean]

A Wedding to Remember

Credit to @i-am-not-acting for this idea from a comment on one of my other posts. I had a major brain functionTM.

Ellie does her wandering, and comes across a beautiful Lady by the name of Gotham. The two of them hit it off, dating, and eventually, getting married. But a week before the big day, Lady Gotham has a flash of panic. She forgot to invite her Knights and Rogues! Ellie, of course, consoles her, saying she'll help her do it. Fright Knight tags along, saying it's only fair that he welcome his fellow protectors and loyal servants into the Royal Family.

And so begins a week long jumble of either Fright Knight, Ellie, or Lady Gotham giving invites to the various vigilantes and rogues within Gotham.

Mostly these are letters, inviting them to come and witness a union that will forever impact and strengthen Gotham's standing universally. Something will change Gotham as we know it, forever. Everyone who shall see will be audience to the greatest joys one could know.

Ellie is the pseudo daughter of the Reluctant King, after all. There will be a huge party, like, absolutely massive. And Lady Gotham's Joy will ripple throughout her inhabitants.

These letters, obviously, do not ease any worries. They very much compound them. Now, how any of our batfam or rogues recieve these letters is up to you, or it could be a personalized invitation! But from the beginning of the week to the day of the wedding, it's either outright chaos or paranoia setting in.

may add more later.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's all fun and games until...

[Commission for @dontheckinswear]