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There's a wedding in the castle that everyone goes to because it's Barius' niece. Callum doesn't really know much about her—he hadn't had the easiest time making friends when he was younger (step-prince thing and all), and she's a few years older than him so he he's never has much to do with her. He thinks he remembers her flirting with Soren when they were younger maybe?—but everyone else is going, so he goes because he doesn't get a choice.

"It'll be fun," Ez promises.

Weddings, in Callum's opinion, are supposed to be for close friends and family, which he, in this case, is very much not. "I don't think I've ever even spoken to Alys," he grumbles.

"Yeah, but she's Barius' family, and Barius is basically our family. Come on, Callum. You should come." Ez gives him that look he perfected years ago: big eyes, jutted-out lip, and Callum rolls his eyes and sighs, lips twitching just a little at how well his brother can wheedle.

So he goes. It's a good time. Opeli conducts the ceremony, as always, and Alys and her new husband say their vows and kiss before a crowd of friends and family and friends of family (Barius cries as the ceremony closes), and then it's all dancing and drinks outside in the warm spring air. There are lights strung over the gardens, and Soren has too much wine and Ez has too much cake, and Callum finds it isn't too bad, all things considered. Alys seems friendly enough. He hopes she and her new husband have a lovely time.

But long before the party winds down, Callum drifts away, as he's wont to do these days. It's too loud and there's too many people and he just doesn't really have it in him to dance. He's been told it's rude to leave before the bride and groom so he sticks it out, but he does, eventually, find a bench a little way away, close enough that he can still hear the laughter and pretend he's having a good time, but far enough from the crowd that they can't see the downturn in his lips.

Ez finds him when the tea comes out. He brings over two teacups, his smile genuine but apologetic and a little remorseful all at once. He sits down next to Callum and the air buzzes with a bunch of things he wants to say that he doesn't. Callum accepts the tea without a word.

"You okay?" Ez asks in the end.

Callum breathes out a chuckle and keeps his eyes on his tea. "It's just loud," he says. "I had fun."

"Did you actually?"

"Yeah," he says. "It was a good night."

Ez snorts ruefully. "You don't have to lie. I'm sorry I made you come out. I know you're still having a hard time."

"Mm." Callum only shrugs and stares into his tea. Steam curls over his face but he barely feels it. There are ripples forming over the reflection of the moon.

He sighs. "Do you think this might have been us if she'd stayed?"

Ez chuckles sadly and sets a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah," he murmurs. "I think so."

#rayllum #in anticipation #was gonna do something a bit longer to celebrate my last night shift ever #but it was busy so this is all i got #post ttm is always so much Fun

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Magic Revisited: The Wedding

Summary: You and Andy finally tie the knot. Also check out Forever My Love: A Barber Honeymoon.

Warnings: Fluff, Abstinence, Bride Stress, Cursing, Happiness, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. I hope you enjoy this glimpse at Andy and Reader's wedding. Please let me know your thoughts. All mistakes my own. Thanks for reading!

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Eight Months Before the Wedding: The Guest List & Venue

Andrew Barber was the easiest groom in the world to work with. He made it clear from the moment you became engaged that this wedding was all about you.

Whatever you wanted, you got.

The only thing Andy wanted control of was your honeymoon. That was strictly his territory.

Fine by you.

You’d opted to keep the guest list on the small side, hoping to create a more intimate feel, You didn’t want or need a bunch of strangers at your ceremony. Your wedding was about you and your Big Man, and nobody else.

It was important to note that your fiance was also a generous man. He was open to every idea, willing to explore every concept, tour any venue - whatever you wanted. At first, you’d struggled to find the perfect space for your special day.

And then it dawned on you. If you wanted romance and magic…why not go back to the place where it all began?

Your Merry-Go-Round.

It was perfect. The City had done some serious work on the former carnival graveyard, and the gorgeous space had recently reopened under the name The Seashore Fair.

You’d asked Andy if he was okay with renting out the park. He’d smiled, kissed your forehead, and made the call.

You’d forgotten that your Andy Bear had connections.

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Six Months Before the Wedding: Your Dress

And then right after that, you’d found your perfect dress. You’d been aimlessly walking around downtown with a couple of girlfriends when you’d stumbled upon a little dress shop sandwiched between two random, much larger stores.

Something about the quaint, eclectic little place had drawn you inside, where you’d met Miss Eliza Flograni. She explained that she specialized in selling vintage dresses and other unique keepsakes. After explaining that you were on the hunt for the perfect dress, the tiny red-headed woman had grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back of the store.

“I have it.” She’d mumbled. “It’s been waiting for you. Must find it.” The sweet little madwoman is rifling through racks and racks of dresses - even throwing some over her shoulder, forcing you to duck to avoid being whapped in the face.

Was she okay?

“Are you alright?” You ask, as you dodge another garment bag.

“Oh, fine, fine.” Miss Flograni looks at you with a gleam in her eyes. “I just know that I have your dress. One moment!” She sings. “We don’t want to conceal your gorgeous skin, we want to show it off!”

You start inching towards the door. This woman was a little too special.

“We can always come back. Really. It’s no problem and -”

“Found it!” She announces, doing a little spin. “You go try this on and come back to us. I promise you’ll love it. It’s unique.”

The woman thrusts the bag against your chest.

“Oof.”

“It’s unique.” Miss Flograni repeats again, before pinching your chin. “Like you, my darling.” She directs you towards the fitting room and then flits away.

Good lord. You think to yourself as you look down at the bag in your arms. What’s the harm in trying it on?

Unzipping the bag, you hold up the dress in front of you.

“I don’t know…” You mumble to yourself. And here comes the manic pixie owner.

“That’s no way to try on a dress. You won’t get the full effect. Let me help you, darling.”

Together, you work your way into the dress. Once it’s on your body…you can barely breathe.

And not because it’s a little too tight. Oh, no.

Because it’s perfect. It’s gorgeous. You call your friends back as you continue to admire your figure in the mirror. You wipe away a stray tear as you twirl.

You’d found your dress. You grab the little red head and press a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“This is my dress.” You whisper to her.

“I know.” She boops your nose. “Told you it’s been waiting for you. Now for measurements!” She flits away, singing Once Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty.

Thank you, Miss Flograni, you delightful little madwoman.

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Fourth Months Before the Wedding: The Menu Tasting

You and your Andy Bear were enjoying a glass of wine at Enzo’s. While they were typically closed on Mondays, as your official caterer, Camilla and Enzo were kind enough to open their doors to you on their day off.

Goodness, you loved these two. They’d been so excited when Andy had initially reached out to them about catering your wedding. The sweet couple had even offered to do it for free.

You both had responded with: absolutely not.

The two of you made it very clear that you would be paying for their services, and after several arguments, they'd finally agreed.

“So let’s walk through the appetizers again.” Enzo mutters as he adjusts his glasses.

“Okay.” You swat your fiance. “Pay attention, Big Man.”

“I’m listening, woman.” Andy leans in to press a kiss just behind your ear.

Your mouth waters when Camilla walks into the room carrying a tray of delightfully fragrant culinary delights.

Meatballs. Sausage Stuffed Mushrooms. Lemon & Rosemary Pan Seared Sea Scallops. Roasted Artichoke Hearts with a Sweet Pepper Relish. Brie with Fig Jam on Toasted Rounds.

Each bite was fucking delicious. If your guests had any sense, and you were pretty sure most of them did, they would love these.

“What do you think, babe?” You look over at Andy as he finishes off a scallop with a satisfied groan.

“No complaints here.”

Next were the Main Dishes. For dinner, you had decided to offer:

The Lasagna Classico. Roasted Chicken Piccata. Herb Crusted Halibut. Beef Medallions with Mushroom Risotto. Eggplant Parmesan.

You feel like you’re about to explode as they bring out dish, after dish.

Giggling, as you sample each one, you also take to feeding Andy, enjoying the way the corners of his eyes crinkle with every bite.

God, you loved him.

And finally, it was time for Dessert. This time you’d kept it simple:

Lemon Cheesecake Tarts. Tiramisu Bites. And a Cafe Bar.

Everything was coming together, and you could not be more excited.

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Thirty Days Before the the Wedding: Abstinence

The only time Andy ever balked at one of your requests happened roughly a month before the wedding. You two were curled up on the couch reading books and resting your feet in his lap.

You moan softly when one of his big hands begins to massage the balls of your socked feet.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Mmhm…”

“Want me to make you feel even better?” Your man purrs as he tosses his book aside and begins to crawl towards you.

Biting your lip, you let out a sigh.

“Ordinarily, I’d say yes, but I think we should hold off.”

“Huh?” He pauses.

“I mean, I think we should wait until the wedding night to, uh, make love. So it’s special, you know?”

“Special?” Andy growls as he resumes crawling towards you. “Any time you and I are connected, it’s special. Whether it’s in, like, Buckingham Palace or right here on this couch. There’s no need to wait, baby.”

He brushes his soft, full lips over yours. And then he begins trailing kisses down the column of your throat.

“Don’t make me wait, Y/N. Don’t make us wait.”

One hand moves under your shirt to cup your breast through the fabric of your bra.

You shake your head and push at his muscled chest.

“But think how special it will be if we do wait! Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Same goes for abstinence, baby.” You stroke his cheek. "You promised me whatever I wanted." You remind him.

“No.” He pouts. “You can’t leave me with only my hand for a month.”

“You’ll be fine.” You lean up to peck his lips. “Thank you, Andy. I know this one’s a lot. And I appreciate it.”

Your fiance rolls off of you, clearly irritated.

“I’m not gonna make it to this wedding.” He grumbles as he trudges away. “Take my pussy from me. The fuck? What's next?”

Eh, he’ll be fine. You think to yourself as you resist slipping your own hand down the front of your shorts. We’ll both be fine.

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The Day of the Wedding: Butterflies

Today was the day.

The day you married your best friend.

The day you pledged your love to another person for the rest of your life.

The day you became Mrs. Andrew Barber.

___

You sit there in your robe as your glam artist puts the finishing touches on your airbrushed makeup.

As far as you knew, things were going off without a hitch.

Guests were arriving. Music was playing. The weather was nice - a sunny, 78 degree day.

Your two bridesmaids, Rhea and Melanie, sat in their pink silk robes sipped their champagne and talked softly, trying not to ruffle your nerves.

Because you were nervous.

This was a big decision.

You were committing yourself to another person, to a man, for life.

A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. You quickly dash it away.

“Sorry, Kendra.” You mumble. “Don’t wanna ruin your fabulous job. And I do look fabulous.” You offer her a slightly watery smile. You’re immediately surrounded by Melanie and Rhea.

“Okay, one of us is gonna get Andy.”

“On it!” Rhea murmurs.

“No!” You jump up. “He can’t see me before the ceremony - it’s bad luck!”

Another tear. You were terrified. But you were also overjoyed.

“I’m fine ladies.” You delicately blot your eyes with a tissue. “I’m just a little overwhelmed.”

You turn to Mel and Rhea and offer them a dazzling smile.

“Let’s get our dresses on. It’s almost time for pictures.”

The florist picks that moment to walk in holding your bouquet. You’d gone with pale pink and lavender as your colors.

“Gorgeous.” You whisper. “I love it. Thank you.” She nods, smiles, and jogs off with it to god knows where.

___

The Day of the Wedding: Giving Yourself Away

You watch from a space just off the side as Rhea is escorted down the aisle. You were next and there were so many butterflies fluttering in your belly, you could barely catch your breath.

And then you hear the music.

“Go!” Your wedding planner whispers. “Go, honey.”

But you couldn’t quite get your legs to move.

“Go!” A gentle shove to your lower back has your legs working again. Holding your bouquet and smiling, you focus on making your way towards your Andy Bear. You love the face that you’d chosen to hold the actual ceremony in front of the newly restored merry-go-round. It was a magnificent structure and would make for a beautiful backdrop.

By the time you reach your Big Man, you notice his eyes are shimmering with unshushed tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You murmur as you watch one fall. Leaning over, you use your thumb to brush it away. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, baby.” He whispers back.

You hand your flowers to Mel so you can grip his large hands with your smaller ones.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today…” The minister begins.

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“It’s my understanding that the two of you have prepared your own vows.”

You both nod.

“Very well. Andrew, you may go first.”

He clears his throat before beginning.

“My, sweet Y/N.” Andy clears his throat again. “I vow to love you with every fiber of my being. I promise to protect you, to be your biggest cheerleader, and your strongest advocate. You also have my vow that I will never stop trying to make you laugh.” One of his hands lets go of yours to softly caress your cheek. “I love your smile. I promise to continue to strive to become a better man for you, so I can be the best husband I can be. You have my promise. You have my word. These are my vows to you, my love.”

Woah. Andy leans down to kiss your hands.

“Thank you, Andrew. And you, Y/N?”

You take a shaky breath.

“Andrew, my Big Man, I promise to love you unconditionally. You have my vow that I will always be in your corner. I will be your rock the same way you’ve always been mine. I promise to always come to you with an open mind, and an open heart. You mean more to me than you will ever know, and I swear that I will do my best to show you just how precious you are to me every single day. Woo!”

The crowd chuckles softly as you force yourself to take a beat so you can blink back tears.

“I promise to never stop dancing with you and to always be your fellow goofball. These are the vows I make to you, my handsome love.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smile and look back at Andy. He’s smiling too. Good.

“And the rings?”

The Best Man hands them over. Andy had taken your ring from you the other day under the pretense of having it cleaned. But when he slid it on your finger now, you noticed that he’d added an extra band filled with glittering diamonds to your ring.

“Andy…”

He grips your chin. “Only the best for my baby.”

Shaking your head, you take his hand and slip a silver wedding band on his own finger. He didn’t know you’d had it engraved, but you’d show him later.

The Minister moves on…

“If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Speak now and I break some ankles. You think to yourself.

Silence. Good.

“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride -”

Your now-husband is on you immediately, his lips slanting over yours, one of his hands slowly sliding down towards your ass, which you manage to catch. You pretend to nip at him when he finally pulls away.

“Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Barber!”

You and Andy lightly jog down the aisle amidst the whoops and cheers and congratulations.

It was done. You were married.

You were Mrs. Andrew Barber for now, forever, and always.

___

After the Wedding: The Farewell

You and Andy slow dance in the pavilion while your guests continue to snack and ride the bumper cars and the tiltawhirl and the scrambler. Of course you two had ridden your merry-go-round several times, but right now…

As far as you were concerned…you two were the only people in the world.

“I love you, Mr. Barber.” Your murmur as your head rests against his bread chest.

“I love you more Mrs. Barber. You made me the happiest man in the world today.” When the band takes a break, he begins singing Luther Vandross’ Here And Now in your ear - the song you first danced to as husband and wife.

After a moment you join him. Neither one of you could carry a tune, but it didn’t matter.

“Here and now I promise to love faithfully You're all I need Here and now I vow to be one with thee (You and me), hey Your love is all (I need) I need”

You’re so involved in your own little world, you’re almost startled when you feel Andy whisper in your ear that it was time to go.

Apparently you two had a flight to catch.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady.”

“What?” You blink up at him as people gather round to see you off. You two start making your way down the line, waving goodbye…

And then you see it.

There was a carriage waiting for you. But not just any carriage.

It was Cinderella’s carriage. And it was spectacular.

You let out a yip when your husband swoops you into his arms. “Only the best for my princess. Now we’ve really gotta get going if I’m going to get you to Italy before all of this magic turns back into a pumpkin.”

Your jaw drops.

Italy. He was taking you to Italy. The one place you’d always wanted to go.

“First stop, Rome.”

END

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somer-writes · 5 months

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Oh nevermind ignore that previous ask, just read the post on your blog <3

im sorry for my indecisiveness ;-; plz enjoy some snippets from the chapter as penance

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Time nodded softly, wrapping Malon in his arms. He held her tightly, resting his head on top of hers. Malon was always the optimist, always wanting to believe people would do good and do things right. Her heart was too big, she let herself get hurt too easily. Time’s brow knit. He’d taught them a lesson once. He’d do it again.

“I know what you’re thinkin’,” Malon said, a shuddered laugh leaving her. “Don’t make things worse. Poor critter’s already ‘side ‘imself.”

Time shook his head, pressing his nose into his wife’s hair. “Did they put their hands on you?” he asked, voice brisk.

If they dared to lay so much as a finger on Malon, he’d have the whole town leveled within the hour.

She shook her head. “No. I’m fine, he’s fine, we’re–” Malon sighed. “Don’t make things worse even though I wanna.”

“Fine,” Time conceded. “But if they come looking for trouble, they’ll find it.”

Malon kissed his cheek. “I know,” she said with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“Where is the little scrub anyway?” Time asked, realizing Twilight hadn’t followed Malon inside.

Malon shook her head. “He’s upset. Reckon he’s in the barn. I tell ‘im to keep out the woods ‘til we know what’s goin’ on with ‘em monsters.” Malon fixed her face, wiping her tears on her fingers. “You send a letter to the princess?” she asked with a sniffle.

Time nodded, running the cold tap for Malon. He held her hair back, idly brushing through her soft curls with his fingers as she splashed her tear stained face. He wanted to hold her and never let her go just then.

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They asked if he could spell his name. They asked if he knew how to properly address guards. Still feeling a slight sting in his cheek, Twilight had been soundly informed that with his middle finger was not the answer to that question.

He tried not to let his temper get the better of him or his pride. Rusl always said if the Hylians make life difficult, it’s easiest to just keel over and play the perfect citizen. But in his experience, the guards took advantage of even that and if Twilight went down either way, he’d go down with his dignity.

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A kitten brushed up along his knuckles. Twilight smiled, watching the little thing toddle around. It chased a spider scuttling across the dry dirt, pointed tail straight up as it led with its head. Another kitten climbed over one of the boy’s boots and a third scaled him up the leg and back and nestled into the crook of his shoulder. Nearby, a pretty fluffy cat groomed as the kittens played.

Twilight glanced over when the backdoor opened. Malon beat out a rug over the railing with such ferocity he pitied the decoration.

The boy stood, gently removing kittens from his person, somehow forgetting to set down the third so the squirmy fuzzy thing wriggled in his hand. The cats chased after Twilight, looking for the fresh milk he liked to sneak them.

#somer writes #tbh some of this will probably get recycled into later chapters #but enjoy some time/malon fluff and a little bit of twi angst and also twi and his cats #somer answers #ty for bearing with me as i work on how to get this au on the page

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hashtag-xolo · 1 year

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At least when it comes to America, when I say that capitalism is the biggest devil when it comes to doodles this goes beyond designer doodles can go for big bucks. It's a much deeper societal issue rooted in the fact that Americans are so horribly overworked and over-scheduled to even begin to survive in the current economic trash heap we're in. People are exhausted, physically and mentally, and lack a lot of extra time to do all the things that an active dog needs. Addition, this economic system has completely fractured and socially isolated people, even before the COVID-19 quarantine physically isolated people. People don't have the time or energy to visit with friends. Schedules don't line up and no one can afford to take time off of work or they could quite literally starve or lose their homes. And so people get dogs to fill this void.

Is it any wonder why America has a much larger population of "fur parents" "fur baby" etc identifying people? Dogs, by and large over other animals, are a solution for many people to fill this void so much so that everyone panicked to buy a pandemic puppy. Because a dog would fill the void. But even without the pandemic, people were still getting dogs to have as companions to relieve that isolation and loneliness that comes from being worked to death. We struggle to find the time and energy to be with our families and closest friends. So we have dogs. But the dogs that exhausted people want, and need, are low energy easy-to-manage companion breeds.

Doodles have been beautifully marketed to fill this void. They are marketed as smart and easy to train, I mean they're part poodle so obviously they train themselves right guys? And their coat is non-shedding so it's low maintenance! And they're so friendly and non-aggressive, just the perfect companion dog. So people who are lonely and isolated buy them up desperate for that Ultimate Companion Dog(tm). And these are people who are already exhausted and don't have the mental bandwidth to train or research deeply. They don't have the mental bandwidth to do a lot of brushing or extra cleaning of their house. That's why they want a non-shedding dog to begin with. And then vets and groomers bear the brunt of the issues with these dogs who actually have heavy grooming needs not getting properly trained and desensitized to long procedures. Because their owners don't know better and often can't do better because they simply don't have the time or energy.

So many people just want to not be alone. They want relief from the horrible isolation that capitalism brings and so they want the easiest possible dog to fill that void. And capitalism tells them it's a doodle. The two are completely and utterly intertwined. If people don't have the time and energy to become dog savvy and do the things they need to do with their dogs, then they won't because they can't. And a lot of people who are getting dogs just to fill a void wouldn't be getting dogs anymore. But because people are horrifically isolated and exhausted, this is what happens to fill that void. Doodles are not the problem; they're beautifully marketed as a way for too many people to patch over a much bigger problem. And this is incredibly evident in all of American dog culture from the way that doggy daycares are run to the reasons people often don't go to dog training professionals until an issue appears in their dogs.

#doodle discourse #people just want companions and they are heavily told that doodles are it #if people weren't so exhausted or overworked i firmly believe that the dog culture in america would be very different #this is also fine to reblog #i know it isn't nice and pithy like the other buy cest la vie

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yanban-san · 2 years

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WAIT HOLD ON I HAD AN IDEA!

So with the gift giving of feathers and scales, and the way you describe Emmet’s monster form I was hit in the head with a few ideas.

So male birds are the pretty and flashy ones, so that got me thinking, he is try to be flashy and show off around his darling? Bright vibrant colors, maybe battles, and how pretty he is.

And to piggy back off that, what about gifts from darling? Like homemade chocolates, rocks, shiny things.

Would the two eldritch twins see that as their darling courting them?

And with Ingo being being lizard like and shadowy, aside from scale giving, does he try to give off a comforting scent to show he’s approachable? Or flash a bright color as a warning?

I apologize for the rambling! And possibly flooding your in box, I hope I’m not doing that. I’m very excited and in love with your writing! - noodle

Hnnnnn Noodle I love all of these ideas

I like to imagine Emmet is the bigger show-off of the two- He adores your praise and attention! He wants more! Constantly! He'll practice with his pokemon to perfect elite-rank-contest-worthy attack combos on his opponents to dazzle you. I think he also spends a lotta time grooming and preening his feathers- they're very sensitive to touch as well so they feel very refreshing after he's washed them- and he finds it especially nice if you're the one doing the grooming! And like with his feathers, he's obsessed with keeping his coat and hat and outfit as immaculate as possible- He's practically glowing every time you see him. Ingo might have to point out sometimes that actually, he is glowing- And-people-are-staring-so-please-stop-

He loves light and color and life and vibrancy- After all, he is an eldritch entity of light. ...and other things

While he prefers his light/white aesthetic for himself, His halo has prismatic layers to it that can change the intensity and hue of the radiance he's giving off, making it reflect various colors- All of the colors are fairly intense, but also all tinged with his Eldritch light; Making them, unfortunately, difficult to look at. And of course, he doesn't want you looking around the room for the cast colors- He wants you looking at him! He can flex his wings and feathers to catch all the radiance himself- Making his wings look intensely, eye-catchingly rainbow, or whatever colors are being reflected. Usually, the colors aren't rainbow- but a grouping of similar toned hues as that's what's easiest for him to make.

You'll be coddled in a shimmering feather-nest of warm glittering golds and autumn oranges and yellows and earthen browns and scarlet reds and hints of rosy pink- Or forest greens giving way to skylight blues and cerulean and cyan, flickering like emeralds and sapphires over silver- giving way to deep indigo and violets and amethyst purples and rosy maroons.

Like I said, It's only when he's really trying to wow you that he's busting out making his halo/general radiance super vibrant and prismatic and rainbowy. This also leads to Darling becoming Dazzled by Eldritch lights which Ingo will have to fix

He will gift his darling vibrant colored things and if you really like brightly colored things, he'll accessorize as well; If his hair is long enough for a ponytail, the ties binding it back are colorful. If it's cold, he's wearing a vibrantly colored scarf- that sort of thing! If you catch him outside of Gear Station on the rare occasion he is physically out of the Station, he'll be wearing mostly white/grey/black, with considerably more colored accessories/accents than before. He adores shiny things that reflect his light as well- Especially when you're the one wearing them.

He gets annoyed if you don't notice these things though; He wants your praise and attention, and if the extras aren't wow-ing you he'll move onto something else.

And to piggy back off that, what about gifts from darling? Like homemade chocolates, rocks, shiny things. Would the two eldritch twins see that as their darling courting them?

Gifts are a big thing for soulmates to share- Ingo and Emmet are aware you can't exactly do any Eldritch magic stuff on your own, and ergo can't give them what they'd consider normal gifts- But you can give them human gifts, and they love it. If it's before you're dating, then they absolutely take it to mean you're trying to court them- And they're probably right- And are responding accordingly.

They especially like gifts that take time and effort to prepare. You've been thinking of them the whole time you've been making those chocolates, pouring your love and energy into them! They may have to shoo you out of their office after you give them such treats, however- As it's difficult for them to remain human when they're so very elated.

Also, being weird eldritch-demon things, they love offerings and rituals- I can see them handing Darling a pair of Grimoires; Sucker for Love style ones that detail not how to get them to do stuff for you, but their favorite offerings, incantations, ritual-space preparations, incenses they like, etc.

One's black as night, etched with a silver insignia that has a shape vaguely like an upwards-pointing triangle; And the other one's blindingly silver-white and shiny, etched with a tar-black insignia looking vaguely like a downwards facing triangle. I also think the whole "Eldritch entities like being worshiped by humans" is partially why Emmet likes being praised so much. (On that note Ingo also likes it but doesn't really realize how much he likes it- Until Darling starts laying the praise on thicc, and from then on when he's particularly deep in the brainrot he'll beg for praise as well, if you aren't already complimenting him and showering him with your love.)

And with Ingo being being lizard like and shadowy, aside from scale giving, does he try to give off a comforting scent to show he’s approachable? Or flash a bright color as a warning?

I imagine Ingo's preferred method of courting would be to show off that he's an excellent protector and supporter. He really likes to lean over or hover around you- You'll probably feel a little hazy while he's doing this, unless it's after they start dating you, in which case he doesn't need to make you hazy-headed to get you to be blissfully unaware that he's extremely close and leaning over you in a way your boss should not be.

Also if he did give off a scent (IDK what scent to give him but I'm sort of imagining that he'd smell like incense of some kind because eldritch occult monster guy or possibly warm bread because warm bread is comforting and the only scent I can think of right now b/c I just made bread and it's the only thing I can smell) of any kind, I think he'd try to rub it off on Darling- And you can't quite remember where you picked up this lovely scent on your skin and clothes, but even after you wash you can still smell it on you.

I think Ingo would have less "warning signs" than Emmet does- Eldritch Demons normally have only one warning they issue; They'll tell the offender something along the lines of "You're not wanted here, go away," or other appropriate phrases depending on what sort of harassment they're receiving; And then go back to doing whatever they were doing.

Attempting to harass an Eldritch Entity even more after this warrants them preparing to attack.

Emmet's feathers become rigid and pointed- The fur on his body falling flat and becoming coarse and rough and sharp, and he'll drag his clawed feet along the ground- Tearing up the Earth before launching himself at his opponent in a bullet-fast flurry of knife-sharp feathers covered in thousands of needles- And burning radiance.

If someone's managed to piss off Ingo enough (Congratulations how the heck did you manage that?!) to get him ready to attack though... His coat starts fraying at the edges, dripping into shadows and darkness and his hands are curling weirdly into claws as he gradually loses more and more of his form- a shambling mass of shadows, dripping with ashen venom and malice for whomever is in front of him. And the only indications there's anything within the shadows is the strange, silvery slitted lights peering out from the depths, and occasionally, a shape of a tail or claws or the mouth from which the acrid venom is drooling out. Whatever the shadows touch melds into them- losing it's shape and it's life. Ingo does not need to move fast to take down an enemy, either. His enemy lost the moment the shadows touch them- And they'll be eaten away by the darkness until all that remains of them is nothing.

It's worth saying tho that neither of them, however, have really encountered anything in the pokemon world strong enough to warrant an old fashioned Eldritch showdown- In this realm, they both just probably issue their warnings and then if the idiot continues to bother them, they just go snap and the bother is gone. (Unless they were trying to impress you. Then maybe they'll show you how scary they can be!)

I also love love love the idea of Ingo flashing a bright color as a warning sign too adkajd that is so good; Like some enemy has managed to piss off The Eldritch Entity of Darkness so much he's giving off so much magical energy and malice that it actually turns into a bright aura around him, electrifying the air and settling over his scales in a stark contrast- The colors themselves would have a violent feel to them, if that makes sense. Looking at this entity's scales, which are naturally and meant to be dark, black voids- To see them so horrifyingly vibrant feels inherently wrong and sickening. And it is. The colors are disorienting and painful and getting worse every second the victim looks at them-

And it's the last thing they'll ever see.

#Demon AU #Monster AU #Demon Submas #Monster Submas #Emmet X Reader #Ingo X Reader #Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader #I have brainrot #<3

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“The Last Day” | Astrid x Raymond

It started like any other day, his alarm clock went off, and Raymond Smith looked up at the fuzzy ceiling. He groaned, picking at the inside of his eye when he felt the gentle weight of Astrid roll over and rest on his arm while he reached out for his glasses.

She looked peaceful with her eyes closed while she cuddled with his muscular arm before she finally opened her eyes to look at him.

“Good Morning,” she whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

“Morning,” he grumbled before kissing her back while his other hand stroked her brunette locks gently before moving down to her pregnant stomach.

Ray pulled away from the kiss before sighing heavily, Astrid smiled at him while she squeezed his arm.

“Are you ready?” she asked him.

He let a small smile out before he sighed and shook his head, “Honestly, I’ve never been more scared in my life.” he admitted.

Astrid chuckled while she bit her lip, “Raymond Smith, afraid of retirement? That’s…so surprising.” she said sarcastically. “It’ll be alright,” she assured him, letting a sleepy smile out. “Just think of it this way: it’s the end of the chapter, not the whole book.” she stroked his face to soothe the lines in his forehead. “It’ll be the easiest day of your life: you’ll go to work, finish up some last minute paperwork, you and Mickey will meet with the buyer, have a drink, and then you’re done! No more late nights, or early mornings. No more guns or yelling! And definitely no more stress. I promise.” she said before kissing him.

Ray groaned into the kiss, looking down at her while stroking her hair. It was so peaceful in this moment, he thought about everything he and Mickey had been through in the past 20 plus years and to have it all finally come to an end…he was a little sad.

“I’m gonna go get ready,” he said, kissing her one last time before he got out of the bed.

Astrid smiled gently, “Do you want anything special for breakfast?” she offered.

Ray shook his head with a yawn, “No, just my usual.” he winked before closing the bathroom door.

Astrid figured she’d get a start to her day as well, slowly inching her way into the closet to pick out clothes and dressed before walking into the bathroom to find Ray getting a quick shower in. Of course, being the woman that Astrid was, she admired her husband’s firm buttocks before turning to the mirror and brushed her hair and teeth.

As the sun began rising, Astrid helped dress Ray. She knew his routine down to a science as she groomed and brushed his beard with precision, how she carefully brushed it out and styled it the way he preferred it. Ray looked down at her with longing as he memorised the features of her face, as if he could ever forget.

Astrid nodded to herself when she perfected his beard, and moved on to adjusting his tie and then looked up to him. “You ready?”

Ray looked himself over in the mirror before sighing, “As ready as I’ll ever be.” he said before looking back over at Astrid.

“It’s going to be fine! I promise!” she told him.

He smiled at her gently, “I know.” he said quietly.

Astrid leaned in to kiss him, “I’m going to get breakfast ready,” she said, gently pulling away from her husband and headed downstairs.

Ray gave himself a moment, looking himself over and noticed the new white and gray hairs within his beard; the man groaned to himself. Getting old, mate.

He went downstairs where Astrid perfected breakfast: eggs, toast, 3 slices of sausages, and one slice of practically burnt bacon; all placed strategically on a plate before being presented to Ray at the table.

“Thanks, Star.” he said, taking Astrid’s hand while she sat next to him.

Astrid watched as Ray quietly ate his breakfast, the two of them enjoying the quiet before the storm of the day. Ray played with her fingers before she chuckled and sat back in her seat before sighing to herself.

“So, do you know when you’ll be home?” Astrid asked.

Ray took a bite of his toast, “I don’t, could be noon, could be 7pm…could be tomorrow for all I know.” he said.

Astrid frowned, “Well, it better not be tomorrow, Ros and I got dresses for a fancy celebratory dinner tonight.”

He chuckled, taking another bite of his breakfast before nodding, “I will be home for dinner, I promise, Star.” he said.

She nodded at him, watching him finish his breakfast and read a little bit of the newspaper before his eyes darted up at her and noticed that she was staring at him. “What is it, Astrid?” he asked gently.

Astrid shook her head, “Nothing, I’m just basking in this moment.” she said, forcing a smile before tears began forming in her eyes.

“Oh, Astrid,” Ray pouted as he put the paper down.

“They’re happy tears, I swear!” Astrid proclaimed before brushing them away, “It’s just…I’ve only realized now, at this exact moment, that after today you’re mine forever. No sharing you with Mickey or the drugs, or whatever drama is going on. You’re mine!” she said.

Ray scooted his chair closer to hers, “Astrid, my star, I was always yours.” he assured her.

Astris sighed, “It didn’t feel like it,” she frowned.

“I was, and I will forever be yours!” he assured her before leaning in to kiss her when his phone began vibrating against the wood table. The couple sighed to themselves when Ray reached out to grab his phone, “Yeah, boss?” he answered, keeping his gaze strong on his wife, “Yeah, i’ll be there in a bit.” he said before hanging up the phone.

The couple had a quiet conversation and Astrid nodded while wiping away another forming tear before standing up, “Well, can’t keep Michael waiting…”

Ray stood up too, tucking a strand of her long, brunette locks behind her ear, “I’ll be home soon, promise.” he said before leaning in to kiss her. “You have a great day in the meantime…”

Astrid groaned at the thought, the antidepressant that the doctor prescribed her was still taking its time to kick in, and just the thought of getting Enniss out of bed to get him to daycare felt like the end of the world. Ray could see her spiralling internally, clearing his throat before taking her hand to kiss it, “It’s gonna be alright, Astrid.”

“I know,” Astrid whispered back to him before walking with him to the foyer.

Ray gave Astrid one last kiss before putting on his coat and prepared himself mentally for the day; he glanced back at Astrid.

“I love you.”

Astrid let a small smile out, “I love you too.” she said.

Ray nodded before leaving the house, knowing that his return would be the end of a long, adventurous, but rather stressful journey.

#the gentlemen #raymond smith #charlie hunnam #astrid x raymond

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healingwriting · 5 months

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MISSION- Project Core SOS: Rachel Remington!

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brioso123 · 2 years

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Enhance your Beauty With Different Types of Techniques, Styles, and Makeup Products

Makeup can serve many purposes. When it comes to makeup, there are many types of makeup ideas to choose from. No matter what kind of makeup ideas you choose for your big day, make sure you get the right one that matches your skin tone and outfit. The Best Makeup Artist in Pune used the best brand products, techniques, and styles that suit your different types of makeup and advised you best makeup style for your special day.

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cmvarma · 2 years

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Best Dental Hospital In Hyderabad For Braces

If you're not happy with your smile, modern cosmetic dentistry can completely transform your appearance.

A cosmetic dentist can improve the shape, size and alignment of your teeth to reduce the age of your face. If you're not happy with your smile, modern cosmetic dentistry can completely transform your appearance. These treatments not only improve the appearance of your teeth, but also your mouth, gums, and overall smile. From fixing crowded teeth, crooked smiles, misplaced jaws, discolored teeth, sticky smiles or just changing the color of your teeth, here are five of the best dental treatments that best dental hospital in hyderabad for braces will give you a million-dollar smile.

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ankit123456 · 2 years

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Balloon decoration in jaipur

Choose from these 21 DIY balloon decorating ideas to make your next party or event extra special.

Whether you want to make a majestic balloon arch, a stately column, a fancy centrepiece or an epic balloon decorartion in jaipur backdrop -- you can be sure to find both inspiration and how-to instructions in my hand-selected list. Ever wondered how to get this enchanting spiral pattern into a balloon arch? It's a simple trick of arranging balloons in contrasting colours.

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lemonade-coolattas · 3 years

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the best flower bros you ever did see

tooth-rotting feysand/IC fluff oneshot, modern au, loosely inspired by this tiktok

a/n: my first fic! please enjoy :)

wordcount: 2.6k

tw: language

nessian follow-up/part 2

Feyre once told Rhys that she would marry him at the local courthouse wearing nothing but her pajamas.

He’s wondering now if he made a grave mistake not taking her up on the offer.

It’s not that he hasn’t liked every minute of wedding planning the past few months, hasn’t enjoyed all of the decisions on flowers and venue and seating and fucking hashtags (or the decisive lack thereof) that have brought him to this moment, standing at the makeshift altar on the rooftop of Rita’s, waiting for his fiancée to walk down the aisle. While they had collaborated on everything major, with Feyre overwhelmed with the opening of her gallery, he had volunteered to take the reins on all of the little decisions. He hadn’t been complaining, not at the time, finding it somewhat cathartic to be able to plan the day down to the minute.

But the need for it to be perfect was near overwhelming, and still is, and though the afternoon has gone off without a hitch so far, he can’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop, like maybe the caterers will screw up their order and serve fish instead of chicken, or Cassian will lose the rings in the ten minutes since Rhys has been away from the groom’s suite, or Feyre will decide she doesn’t want to spend eternity tied to someone who’s still trying to put his broken pieces back together, unsure if those shards will ever fit the way they used to, and the least he can do to prove his worth to her is by making sure that today is flawless—

“Breathe, cousin.”

Mor’s voice is gentle behind him, as is the hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing lightly at the knot of tension building there. He obeys, letting out a shaky breath even as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his all-black tux. Having her officiate the ceremony had been the easiest decision of them all, but the musty courthouse that always smells like mothballs and peppermint candies still sounds very appealing, and he’s wondering if it’s too late for that option.

“You deserve to be happy, Rhys.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper. “You both do.” He nods, not turning to meet her eyes. His blood still roars too loudly in his ears, and he shifts on his feet. “Now, will you fucking relax?”

He tries to huff a laugh, but it gets caught in his throat, and he can feel Mor rolling her eyes as she pulls her hand away, but not before flicking the back of his head.

Then, the music changes. The guests stand, and turn to the back of the rooftop, where a staircase that leads down to the rest of the bar acts as the beginning of the aisle.

Two figures climb the steps, silhouetted in the light from the staircase behind them, and Rhys’s breath catches as Elain and Nesta’s forms become clear. They start walking toward him in nearly identical gauzy gowns, though Elain’s is a rosy pink that highlights the blush in her cheeks, and Nesta’s is a deep gray that brings out the steel of her eyes.

He distantly wonders if Cassian has gotten a glimpse of Nesta yet, and that thought should trigger a warning bell, but it doesn’t quite register, because it’s the gleam in Nesta’s eyes as she walks down the aisle, arm linked with Elain’s, that makes the hair on the back of his neck prick. It’s a gleam that nearly overshadows the fact that the woman, who has never gifted him with so much as a grin in the entire time he’s known her, is smiling at him, broadly, with all her teeth, like a mountain cat might bare its fangs before pouncing on an unsuspecting rabbit.

Mor’s delicate snort behind him, no doubt a reaction to the way his shoulders tense again, doesn’t help matters.

All of it’s enough to momentarily distract him from the simple, obvious fact, that something is off about the sight of Feyre’s sisters walking toward him, arm in arm, when it should do nothing but bring him joy.

It takes his scattered brain a beat too long to put the pieces together, and when it does, his mouth goes dry.

He’s the fucking rabbit.

Nesta sees the realization dawn on his face, and somehow, her smirk grows even wider.

And Elain—Elain winks at him.

The blood drains from his face.

Because Elain and Nesta should not be walking together. No, right now it should be Azriel striding down the aisle with Elain on his arm, followed moments later by Nesta and Cassian, and Rhys knows down to his soul the mishap is anything but accidental, because in addition telling their wedding party of four the order of the procession at least a dozen times over the past week, they also practiced at least three times at the rehearsal dinner last night.

Which means Cassian and Azriel…

His idiots of brothers are planning something on today of all days, the day he needs to run perfectly, the day he had specifically begged them not to pull anything.

He closes his eyes.

He’s going to kill them. Dismember them. Slowly. Painfully. Starting with their favorite body part.

Mor’s chuckling now, and he realizes that his cousin is in on the whole thing.

“Traitor,” he hisses as his eyes snap open, and she flicks the back of his head again before he can turn to face her fully.

When Nesta and Elain reach the top of the aisle and step up to the altar, they unlink their arms and stand to his right, leaving a space for Feyre. Rhys tries to catch their eyes, and when he succeeds, Elain’s smile is a little too smug to be apologetic and Nesta only mutters a “Welcome to the family, brother” under her breath, smirk never leaving her lips, and he wonders if Cassian and Azriel bribed them to get them to agree with their plan, or if they had jumped at the chance to torture him for free.

His money is on the latter.

But before Rhys can ask them what the hell Azriel and Cassian have gotten themselves into, the music changes from the light, classical piece that he and Feyre had selected together, to the intro of a loud, upbeat pop song with a thumping bass.

Rhys runs his hands through his hair, and prays to whatever gods are listening to give mercy.

Two hulking figures appear in the light spilling from the doorway.

And as Azriel and Cass step forward, Rhys revises his prayers to ask the gods to just strike him down then and there.

Because in addition to the all-black tuxes much like Rhys’s own—accented with a blue and red bowtie, respectively—Azriel and Cassian, despite the cloudy sky, are wearing sunglasses.

And fanny-packs.

And, as the music starts to pick up, they both unzip their fanny-packs with a flourish, reaching inside to grab a fistful of flower petals, which they toss in the air to cascade down and litter the aisle, all while remaining stony-faced, much to the delight of the guests and the horror of Rhysand.

He is thrown back, suddenly, to one of the wedding planning meetings that his brothers had tried to rescue him from with a bottle of whiskey. Cassian had stolen a sheet of paper from his desk that listed some wedding traditions that Rhys was to decide whether he wanted to include or not and had read them aloud one by one.

Garter toss?

Hell no.

Guest book?

… No?

Flower girl?

Rhys shook his head, not even knowing who they would ask.

C’mon, Rhys, Cassian prodded, eyes twinkling. You gotta have a flower girl set the stage for Feyre’s grand entrance.

Rhys shrugged, shaking his head again, and motioned for Cassian to keep reading.

If he had been paying closer attention, he would have noticed the cocked eyebrow Cassian sent Azriel’s way, or Az’s vehement jerk of his head in response, before pausing as thoughtful, pensive look crossed his face.

It appears his brothers had taken matters into their own hands.

Or, more likely, judging by the bounce in Cassian’s step compared to Azriel’s even stride, Cassian had taken matters into his own hands and dragged Az along for the ride.

So it’s Cassian Rhys’ll start with, then, when he murders them both.

Azriel starts a slow, steady strut up the middle of the aisle, distributing flowers evenly with a flick of his wrist to the left, flick of his wrist to the right, flat expression never faltering, while Cassian goes off course, weaving in and out of Az’s path, bopping his head along to the song.

When Cassian lasers in on one guest in particular, the one guest Rhys had put a veritable Cassian-no-go zone around, Rhys curses under his breath. Tarquin, sitting in the aisle seat, has murder in his eyes as Cassian strides closer to him, and though Rhys can’t see the glee that’s sure to be in his brother’s eyes, a grin splits across Cassian’s face and disrupts the straight expression he has managed to maintain to this point. Tarquin, never the one to let bygones be bygones, begins to shake his head as Cassian draws closer, but it doesn’t deter his brother, who fucking pirouettes, spinning on his toes with one arm arched over his head, before bestowing Tarquin with a shower of petals that float down on to land in his bright hair. Cassian then curtsies, blows him a mocking kiss, and strides away to continue his journey. Tarquin’s chin is somewhere between his knees and ankles as he stares after Cassian in shock at the Illyrian’s audacity.

And maybe it’s the stress finally getting to him, or the hilarity of the whole thing, or (most likely) a combination of both, but that’s all it takes for Rhys to lose it.

He doubles over, hands on his knees, guffawing, unable to stifle the howls of laugher that work their way out of him, the force of it so much that he loses his balance and actually falls back on his ass. Even then, he’s cackling like a madman, and maybe he is one, because he can’t stop even if he wanted to, and he doesn’t want to, because all the stress that has been making it so hard to breathe these past weeks just… melts away.

He can feel Mor looking down at him like he’s crazy, but she doesn’t bother to help him back up, sensing, maybe, that he needs this. Cassian and Azriel whip their heads toward him, and he thinks he sees Azriel sigh in relief that he’s not about to have his balls cut off, and Cassian’s grin grows impossibly wider, taking his reaction as encouragement to go on.

So his brothers continue their strut up the aisle, a little extra swish in their hips, stopping every so often to flick a handful of petals at a chosen guest. Helion’s having the time of his life in the third row (Rhys half expects the man to start showering his brothers in dollar bills), and Lucien’s face is unlined by stress for once as he chuckles, and even Amren is restraining a smile as they crown her with the remainder of their flowers in the front row, unstrapping their fanny-packs and dumping the contents on her and Varian’s heads, and as the bouts of laughter continue to wrack Rhys, he’s crying a little.

Or a lot.

Definitely a lot, he thinks, as Mor hands him a handkerchief so he can wipe his nose.

When his brothers reach the foot of the altar, they give a quick bow to Mor, before turning to the Archeron sisters. Azriel gives them a soft smile and gentle nod, while Cassian slides his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose and gives Nesta an appraising look over the top of them, eyes trailing up and down, brows raised in challenge.

Nesta quirks a single eyebrow in response, and for once, Rhys thinks the heat in her eyes as she looks at Cassian isn’t entirely from anger.

The feral delight that splits Cassian’s face says that he realizes it, too, but before he can say anything, Az nudges him in the back, and they turn to stride toward him, bending down to clap a hand on each of his shoulders as they pass by, making no acknowledgement of the little stunt they just pulled.

After they’ve taken their place behind him, Rhys can’t help but sit there for a few seconds, rubbing at his eyes with his palms, snorts finally easing to chuckles, then trickling to soft huffs of breath not unlike sobs, and that’s how he’s sitting when the music changes again, this time back to the original classical piece, and the lingering giggles from the guests go silent, and Feyre appears at the end of the aisle.

And she’s everything.

He starts crying in earnest again, not that he ever really stopped.

He doesn’t care that he looks like a fool on the floor, doesn’t care that he’s probably getting dust on the suit he had lint-rolled about six times this morning, doesn’t care that his brothers, the dumbasses, had disregarded his one request for a shenanigan-less wedding day and instead acted with what he can begrudgingly admit were the good intentions of getting him to “fucking relax,” as Mor had put it.

Because when Feyre looks at him, it’s just the two of them, and that’s what matters, what will always matter, whether they’re in pajamas or gowns and tuxes or fucking Hawaiian shirts. They’ll still be Feyre and Rhys. Rhys and Feyre.

She’s a little bewildered when she looks at him, a little amused, raising an eyebrow at the sight of him sprawled on the concrete as he wipes the last of the tears away. He can read the question on her face, written in the little language that has always belonged to them and them alone, and he’s been a godsdamned fool to ever doubt this, doubt them, to put so much stock in one day when they have the rest of their lives ahead of them. Everything okay?

Before he can register what’s happening, Cassian and Azriel are back at either side, wedging their arms under each of his shoulders to hoist him to his feet as if they know he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own with her in front of him. He peels his eyes away from Feyre to toss them a grateful grin over his shoulder. There’s something like pride and love glimmering in their eyes—visible now that they’ve ditched the ridiculous sunglasses—and he catches the same expression mirrored on Nesta and Elain’s faces as they gaze at their sister, who looks resplendent in white. And this feeling of rightness, with his brothers and cousin at his back, his new sisters at his side, the love of his life only an aisle-length away, strikes him stupid.

When he turns back to Feyre, he has his answer to her unspoken question, and even if the caterers mess up their order (they will), and even if Cassian loses the rings (he’ll temporarily “misplace” them and have to dart back to the groom’s suite in the middle of the ceremony to retrieve them), he knows that it won’t change. He smiles for her, broad and unrestrained, a smile he rarely shows to anyone that’s not her, and the beauty of the relief on her face at his wordless response is enough to send his knees wobbling as she resumes her walk toward him, toward their family, toward their future.

Everything’s perfect.

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The Wedding Schemers

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Written for Maribat March Day 23 - Enemies to Lovers

Damian Wayne was so annoying, Marinette wanted nothing more than to shoot him. Unfortunately, he was the only person who could help her. If they couldn't work together, everything would be ruined.

But Marinette was getting ahead of herself. To fully explain the situation, she needed to take it back five months. Back to the beginning. Back to the first day they met. It was April, the season of growth and opportunity. And rain. Lots of rain. Marinette normally wouldn't have a problem with rain. However, rain ruined outdoor weddings and as a professional wedding planner, it meant that she always had to have a backup plan.

Marinette had just finished up her biggest wedding yet. The wedding of Adrien Agreste and Chloé Agreste (neé Bourgeoise) went off without a hitch. It was perfect, the most praised wedding of the season. Which meant it brought in new customers. New rich customers.

Timothy Drake and Stephanie Brown hadn't been in attendance at the Agreste wedding, but they had seen pictures and had decided to hire Marinette as their wedding planner. Over the phone, the couple sounded lovely. They had already picked out potential color schemes, potential venues, and a date for the wedding: October 14th. Marinette figured it might be her easiest wedding yet. That is, until she met the bride and groom in person, and they brought along the best man.

Damian Wayne was intolerable. Every idea that Marinette brought up he instantly shot down. He was pickier then either Tim or Stephanie and they were the ones who were getting married in the first place. Marinette was so frustrated she wanted to quit the job. However, she knew that if she wanted to break into the high-profile wedding business, she couldn't have such a major blow to her reputation. So Marinette sucked it up and tried her best not to punch Damian. All Marinette had to do was survive one annoying groomsman, and her career would be set for life.

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It was a warm, breezy August morning when Marinette got the phone call. "Hello?" she said as she answered the unknown number, setting her mug of coffee down on her side table.

"Marinette?" Marinette recognized the voice as Stephanie Brown, slightly distorted by the sob that she let out half-way through the word.

"Stephanie, are you okay?"

"The wedding is off," Stephanie cried, barely able to get the words out. "Tim and I aren't getting married."

"What's wrong? I'm sure we can fix this." Marinette tried to reason with Stephanie but was hung up on before she could finish her sentence.

Marinette stared down at her phone, trying to puzzle through what she had just learned. It just didn't make sense. Stephanie, who seemed perfectly in love with Tim just days earlier, was now calling off the wedding. Obviously, there had been some unexpected developments since Marinette last spoke to the couple, but she couldn't imagine a fight that they couldn't work through. Marinette needed to get back in the loop, and she knew who she needed to call. With a long-suffering sigh, Marinette dialed Damian's number.

"Dupain-Cheng," Damian answered the phone with a clipped tone.

"Wayne. Any idea why Stephanie just called me to announce that the wedding is off?"

Damian sighed. "One of Tim's ex-girlfriends met up with him last night. I'm not certain what happened, but I'm certain that Rossi was involved."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Lila Rossi," Damian bit out the name, "Has had her sights on making my brother miserable since the day he broke up with her. She would love nothing more than to ruin his life."

Marinette took in a deep breath, then let it out. "It's clear to me that Tim and Stephanie are both perfect for each other. This is just a minor setback. Someone needs to get them back together. Are you going to help me, or am I on my own?"

"I will help," said Damian succinctly. "I will pick you up in twenty minutes so that we can formulate a plan."

Damian hung up the phone and Marinette was left wondering how in the world she got herself into this position. She now had to spend the day with the most intolerable man she knew, so that she could reunite his recently broken up friends, in order to save their marriage. Marinette sighed. "I might need another coffee."

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Damian pulled up to the curb in front of Marinette's house, driving some luxury brand that Marinette would never be able to afford. Marinette climbed into the passenger seat, turning to Damian with an expectant look. "Do we have a plan yet?"

"Not quite a plan, but I do have a handle on the situation as it is now," said Damian, "Tim is refusing to talk to Stephanie. Stephanie is refusing to talk to Tim. Neither will tell my why they've called off the wedding, but it's obvious that there is some degree of miscommunication going on."

Marinette started to do what she did best - formulate an action plan. "We have to get them to meet up and talk things out. I'll take Stephanie, you take Tim. We need to convince them to follow us to a neutral location and we'll have to come up with convincing lies. If either sees through our plan the whole thing is ruined. Then we'll need to find a place to have them meet. I'm thinking a restaurant. We need our location to be somewhere where neither of them would storm out from but it also has to be private enough for them to talk it out."

Damian nodded. "There are plenty of restaurants that would be suited for our needs. The real problem is convincing Tim and Stephanie to follow us."

"I already have an idea for Stephanie. I'm going to ask her if she wants to go to Clement Park and do one of the destroy-the-dress photoshoots. I image that she's upset enough right now to agree to something drastic and dramatic."

Damian looked surprised. "That's a good idea. You're less incompetent than I thought, Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette decided to take his words as a compliment. "Thanks. I am a wedding planner, after all. It's kind of my whole job to be good at plans involving weddings."

"This is more of a scheme than a plan."

"I'll be a wedding schemer for the day, then," joked Marinette. "Now, are there any good restaurants near Clement Park, or should I choose a different location?"

"I know a restaurant a block away from there. I’ll lure Tim there under the premise that we’ll be getting lunch."

Marinette nodded. "I'll try to get Stephanie to the restaurant at noon. I'll also try and make sure the dress stays intact for that long. I have a feeling that Stephanie will still need it after her lunch today."

"Thank you for assisting me. I do not say this often, because it is rarely true, but I do not think I would be able to accomplish this task without your help."

"No problem, Wayne."

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Stephanie jumped on the opportunity to destroy her wedding dress.

"I can't believe I ever agreed to marry him," fumed Stephanie as they drove to the park, wedding dress taking up the backseat of Marinette's car.

"What happened between you two?" asked Marinette. "You seemed perfectly happy when I saw you last week."

"He hooked up with one of his ex-girlfriends behind my back. Lila called me last night to confess to the affair, begging me to forgive her because she didn't even know that Tim had a fiancée when she slept with him. I didn't believe her at first, but then she sent me proof. The poor girl kept blaming herself. It wasn't her fault, the only person to blame was Tim."

"That's horrible." Marinette decided not to press the issue any further. She needed Stephanie to trust her.

As the car stopped at the red light, just a block away from the restaurant, Marinette turned to Stephanie. "I just had an idea. We should get some red wine to splash onto the dress."

Stephanie grinned. "Oh that would absolutely ruin it. I'm sure we can pick up a bottle in one of the restaurants down the street."

Marinette pulled the car up in front of the restaurant that Damian had chosen. "Why don't you come in with me, to help pick out the bottle. We can use half of it to destroy the dress and the other half to get drunk afterward."

"You're just full of good ideas today." Stephanie got out of the passenger seat and followed Marinette into the restaurant.

This was the most delicate part of the scheme. If Stephanie caught sight of Tim and Damian too early it would ruin everything. Marinette led Stephanie through the restaurant towards the back, where Tim and Damian sat, under the premise that they were looking for the sommelier.

"Oh no!" Stephanie looked furious as soon as she caught sight of the men, but it was too late. The only way for Stephanie to get away was to make a scene. Marinette grabbed Stephanie's wrist and pulled her over to the table. "Really, Tim?" hissed Stephanie.

"I wasn't involved with this," growled Tim, glaring at Damian.

Damian got out of his seat and pulled it out for Stephanie to sit down in. "I think the two of you need to talk this out. I have no idea what lies Lila Rossi spun to cause this, but her motives have been nefarious since the moment she stepped into Tim's life. Rossi is the untrustworthy one here, not either of you."

Stephanie sighed. "Fine. I'll give Tim twenty minutes to tell his side of the story. But then I'm leaving."

"Thank you," said Damian. He put his hand on Marinette's shoulder and led her away, giving Tim and Stephanie their privacy.

"Do you want to go check out Clement Park?" asked Marinette once they were outside the restaurant.

"Why would we do that?"

Marinette shrugged. "In case Stephanie doesn't forgive Tim, I need to find a good spot to pour wine onto the wedding dress," she teased.

Damian cringed. "That's a twenty-thousand dollar wedding dress. You were just going to let it get ruined?"

Marinette shook her head. "I would have never let Stephanie destroy it. Even if our scheme doesn't work out, I'm going to keep trying to get them back together. Tim and Stephanie love each other. This is just a minor setback."

A thoughtful look passed over Damian. "Thank you, Marinette, for your help today."

"No problem. I was happy to help."

"I suppose you would be. Having your clients cancel after five months of work would no doubt be a career setback."

Before Marinette could protest what he said, she heard a voice call out from behind them. "Marinette! Damian!" It was Stephanie, grinning ear to ear as she ran towards Marinette and Damian, hand in hand with Tim. "We're getting married!" exclaimed Stephanie as soon as she was within earshot of Marinette and Damian.

"That's great!" Marinette replied, feeling the weight of Tim and Stephanie's failing relationship lift off of her chest.

Stephanie looked a bit more nervous. "We're getting married today. This wedding prep - planning the rehearsal dinner menu and picking out flowers for the bouquet - has been driving me crazy. All I want is to get married to Tim."

An elopement was the opposite of what Marinette wanted. It would be a terrible career move, to have her clients get so sick of planning their wedding that they abandoned it entirely. And yet, she carriedfor Tim and Stephanie too much to see them suffer on her account. “You’re wedding dress is in the trunk of my car. You wanted to ceremony to take place in the gardens at Wayne Manor, and that can happen any time. How about six tonight?”

Stephanie let out a sigh of relief. "Marinette, you're the best. Tim, let’s get married.”

Tim nodded. “Let’s get married.”

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It was Marinette’s first time planning a wedding in five hours. It might have been stressful, except Stephanie assured Marinette that they didn't want big impressive decorations. And in a very unlikely turn of events, Damian showed up to help Marinette set up.

Marinette wasn't quite sure why Damian was there beside her, tying ribbons and flowers to the walls of the little gazebo on the grounds of Wayne Manor. She got her answer when Damian finally asked the question he had been holding in for hours. "Why didn't you convince them to go through with their original wedding plan? You've put countless hours into their wedding and now all of that work is for nothing."

That was the question of the hour. The response was easy. "If I was in it for the money, I would have chosen a completely different career. I decided to become a wedding planner because I wanted to make people the happiest they could be on their special day. For Tim and Stephanie, this is the happiest they could be on their wedding day - not a big blowout wedding, but a small personal ceremony. It took almost losing everything for them to realize this."

Damian looked guilty. "I'm sorry that I misjudged you, Dupain-Cheng."

"Call me Marinette and I just might forgive you."

"Of course, Marinette. I suppose you may call me Damian, then."

"Thanks, Damian. Now can you pass me the pink ribbons? I want to pair them with the gypsophila and white roses."

As they worked together, slowly but surely turning the gazebo into the perfect wedding centerpiece, Damian kept up the conversation with Marinette. "I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other after this."

"You think?"

"I'm certain that Tim and Stephanie won't forget the help that you gave them.

Marinette shrugged. "It wasn't that big of a deal. Anyone would do what I did."

"Not just anyone. You're special, Marinette."

Marinette blushed. "I think you're pretty special too, Damian."

Her face got dangerously close to Damian's, and she could see the desire in his eyes. Marinette's eyes closed, and she sucked in a small breath of air, ready for what was about to happen.

In what had quickly become a trend for the day, Stephanie chose that moment to interrupt the intimate moment between Marinette and Damian. From across the lawn, she called out, "Quit flirting and finish up with the decorations! The ceremony is about to start and I need help putting my dress on!"

Marinette glanced over at Damian, face still pink with blush. "I've got to go, but I'll see you after the ceremony."

"Goodbye, Marinette."

Marinette fled the gazebo, wondering how in the world she had gone from dreading spending time with Damian to almost kissing him.

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The ceremony was beautiful, even if it was entirely under-planned. Tim's vows to Stephanie were only half-written, so he had to improvise. Stephanie's allergies were acting up from all of the pollen in the air. They ran out of napkins ten minutes into dinner. Still, Marinette knew that this was Tim and Stephanie's dream wedding.

"Marinette." Damian caught up to Marinette when she went into the house to get another bottle of wine for the reception.

"Damian. You wouldn't happen to know where the wine is kept?"

"We have a wine cellar."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Of course you do," she teased.

In the privacy of the wine cellar, Damian finally looked Marinette in the eyes. "I know that our relationship didn't have the best of beginnings, but I've realized now how wrong I was about you. I thought you took on Tim and Stephanie's wedding for the money. I didn't realize that you had grown to care about them as a couple."

"I misjudged you as well. I thought you were so difficult to work with because you didn't like me. I realize now that it was because you wanted the best for your family."

"How about we start over," suggested Damian.

"You've got yourself a deal." Marinette stuck out her hand. "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, professional wedding planner."

"I'm Damian Wayne, the brother of the groom."

Marinette grinned. "I've heard that there's a dance floor outside. Maybe you'd like to show me it?"

"Would you give me the pleasure of dancing with you, Miss Dupain-Cheng?"

"Call me Marinette, and you've got yourself a deal." Marinette snagged the right bottle of wine and started making her way out of the cellar. "By the way, Damian, I had a fun time scheming with you today. Maybe we could come up with another scheme for tomorrow. One the involves actually eating at the fancy restaurant."

Damian smiled. "I like the way you think."

"I tend to have good ideas. It's in my job description."

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samstree · 3 years

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for the drabble thing: “you weren’t there”

maybe post mountain geraskier? i’m in an angsty mood rn but whatever you wanna write will be good :)

Creatures of the Night (2)

It's the night of Jaskier and Valdo's wedding. Geralt needs to do something.

(endgame geraskier, background valdo/jaskier, angst, infidelity)

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The Oxenfurt Observatory might just be the grandest building in Redania.

The great hall is decorated with countless flowers and candles, giving the ancient walls a soft glow. Through the tall glass ceiling, stars are shining in the clear night sky, the perfect weather for a wedding.

It must be Jaskier’s idea, to be handfasted at midnight, to have his guests slow-dance under the moon and the stars until dawn breaks. Their new life will begin when the candles burn out and the first ray of light spills into the room.

If only there’s a competition for the biggest romantic on the continent. Jaskier could win without breaking a sweat.

The room is being filled up with guests—mostly bards and professors, old schoolmates of the two grooms. After all, both Valdo and Jaskier are Oxenfurt’s children, which means everyone is dressed in the most colorful clothes one could imagine. In another word, the room is being filled up with Jaskiers, and it’s getting loud.

It’s more difficult to locate the bard himself through the din of the room, but Geralt hears him, unmistakably. Jaskier’s heartbeat approaches the Observatory, thrumming with nervousness.

No more nervous than Geralt.

He breathes in, and exits the room in a few strides. And there Jaskier is, surrounded by pale moonlight, with jasmine flowers braided into his hair and pure joy painted across his cheeks. He seems to be murmuring a private joke to Essi, and they both burst into strings of giggles.

Geralt almost backs out.

“Geralt!” Jaskier notices him. “You came! I was worried for a moment.”

“Of course.” Geralt gestures to the outfit he helped pick out. “You look nice.”

“Thank you. Now, Poppet, can you give us a few moments?” Jaskier sends Essi inside with the sweetest smile. She shoulders past Geralt a little too curtly. There’s always an air of wariness whenever Essi regards Geralt, an untrusting side-eye here and there.

“Don’t mind her.” Jaskier waves when they are left alone. “Little Eye is a tad too protective. She’ll get over it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt swallows hard. “Can we find somewhere more private? I want to talk to you.”

Jaskier blinks, but leads them away anyway until they are by the side of the road, the celebrating crowd and the orange glow of candlelight in the distance.

“Here to make sure I end up someone else’s problem, aren’t you? Don’t worry, in about half an hour, I will be legally required to only bother Valdo for the rest of eternity.” Jaskier nudges Geralt in the shoulder, a jasmine slipping by his ear.

Geralt rights it without thinking, his fingers trembling.

Gods, he can’t say it. He can’t. Jaskier is so happy and Geralt will only ruin their friendship. His second chance is too precious to be risked—

“No, actually,” Geralt heaves out a breath, his heart pounding. “The opposite."

Jaskier snorts, “And, my dear witcher, what is the opposite?”

Here it goes.

“I am in love with you.”

The words sink into the silence. Geralt’s world narrows down to the steady rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest and the little hitch in his breathing. In the darkness of the night, Jaskier’s eyes stay in the shadows, his emotions obscured.

“No, you are not.” When he finally answers, it comes out in a snort. “Ha! A good one, Geralt! And they say witchers don’t have a sense of humor, idiots!”

Jaskier lets out another dry laugh, although the waver in his voice betrays everything.

“I am,” Geralt stresses again, “in love with you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier is staring, the upturn of his lips freezing into shock, the rise and fall of his chest picking up into a frenzy and suddenly he’s breathing too fast. “You can’t. You just can’t…” Air seems to trap in his lungs and a salty tang of tears hits Geralt full-force.

“I wish I couldn’t love, like what they say, but Jaskier, I can and I do—”

“You can’t do this to me!” Jaskier shouts, crying openly. “No, no! You don’t get to tell me this now! We had twenty years…”

Geralt wants more than anything in the world to pull Jaskier into his arms and wipe away the tears, but the space between them is too great. “I didn’t know for twenty years, Jask. Forgive me. It was only after the mountain that I learned how important you were to me. I couldn’t go on like this—”

“The mountain?” Jaskier chokes out a whimper. “You realized after the mountain? You mean when I bared my heart to you and you stomped on it like it was nothing?”

Geralt shakes his head, the guilt constricting his chest. “I’m sorry. For all the pain I caused you.”

“For months I thought I was but a mistake to you, that you hated me for two decades and couldn’t wait to cast me aside like dirt stuck on your shoes. Do you even know… Geralt, do you have an ounce of idea what I went through?”

Jaskier sways and Geralt catches him in his arms, placing his head on his shoulders and feeling the uncontrollable shakes running down Jaskier’s spine. The sight of Jaskier hurt because of him, again, pains Geralt more than any monster’s claws or talons.

“I love you, Jaskier,” he vows. “You were never nothing to me. You are everything. I was an idiot. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Jaskier struggles and swats at his shoulders and Geralt takes it all the while murmuring more sweet nothings into his ear. Finally, when Jaskier calms down, it’s with another whimper. “You are an idiot.”

“I am.” Geralt cradles the nape of Jaskier’s neck, running his thumb in circles, soothing the last of the trembling away. “Just one word from you, Jask, I can take you away. You don’t have to marry him. Just give me the word and I’m yours. Gods, I’ve waited for so long for this day. At last, I’m sure of my heart, just as I’m sure of yours.”

He buries into Jaskier’s hair and inhales the grief and the flowers, and something that is distinctly Jaskier, expecting a whispered plea. Just one word from Jaskier and they can start their new life together.

What he doesn’t expect is the way Jaskier goes stiff in his arms and the hand that pushes him away.

The soft moonlight catches a glint in Jaskier’s eyes, and it speaks of determination. “Valdo,” he says, as if in a dream.

“You don’t have to marry him. We can lea—”

“Valdo will be here soon.” Jaskier sniffles and wipes at his tears frantically. His whole face is puffy from crying and there’s no way he can hide it. “It’s almost midnight.”

Geralt’s world comes to a stop.

“What?”

“Get inside, and don’t say anything about this.”

“I don’t understand. Jask, you don’t need to go through this anymore. I’ll give you anything you ask. Just say the words, please,” he begs for the first time in a century, catching Jaskier’s hand.

“I am saying it. Get inside. Sit in the back row and don’t speak to me. Valdo might be able to tell.” With a few deep breaths, Jaskier school his features back to neutral. “Only the gods know how he can read me like an open book.”

Geralt’s blood runs cold. “Do you love him?”

The anguish by the corner of Jaskier’s lips says everything. It remains as he smiles a crooked smile. “He loves me. Oh, Geralt, he loves me. I can’t hurt him like this.”

“I thought,” Geralt looks down in shame. “I thought I knew your heart.”

“I thought I did too.”

“Then why?”

“You weren’t there,” Jaskier shrugs like it’s the easiest explanation. “He was.”

Despite every cell in Geralt’s body screaming against it, he nods and lets go of Jaskier’s hand, allowing his limp fingers to slip from his grasp at last.

Jaskier has asked it of him after all.

He doesn’t know how he got back into the crowd, the warm light only a blur in his vision. Another group is stopping near the hall, among them is the other groom-to-be. Valdo’s worried voice when he sees Jaskier is another blow to Geralt’s chest.

“Oh, Julian, are you crying?”

“Just…too happy.”

There’s the sound of kissing, and Geralt can’t tune it out. He laughs at himself for the masochistic tendencies, but maybe he deserves the torture.

“No more tears. Let’s get married, my love.”

The guests settle, and the music begins.

The happy couple walks towards the altar in the witness of family and friends, and Geralt watches every moment of it.

If the smile on Jaskier’s face is a bit strained as the priest ties the ribbon, no one seems to notice.

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NSFW Alphabet (Fred Weasley)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Notes: I will be having more posts coming soon, I’m sorry for the delay !!

Warning: Obviously, as assumed by the title, mature content. NSFW below.

Word Count: 3.9k

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fred is extremely sweet and caring when it comes to aftercare. He is the first to leave the bed, but only so he can grab a wet towel and clean you. While doing so, he’ll scatter kisses across your skin and along your inner thighs. In terms of cuddling, he is the one to initiate it and refuses to loosen his hold on you. His hands will run through your hair as he holds your head against his chest until you both fall asleep. To George and Lee, it’s more common to wake up and see you sleeping in Fred’s arms, then for them to wake up and see him alone. Fred loved having you spend the night and practically begged you to every night. It wasn’t for the sex- you spent a few months dating before physical affection was even introduced- he just constantly found himself thinking about you and missing you when you weren’t near.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Fred’s favorite body part on you is your neck and ass. During these intimate moments, his lips remain attached to the skin of your neck for the most part. Love bites will scatter the surface, small bruises forming on your neck but the sensation was addicting. Fred will drag his tongue along the marks as he admires his work. He loved fucking you from a position that will always allow him to have a grip on your ass. He prefers you laying flat on your stomach fully at his mercy. It takes Fred a little while to warm up to smack your butt but once he does and hears your aroused reaction, it becomes one of his favorite kinks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

LOVES to cum on your body- literally anywhere as long as it’s on you. You guys aren’t really up for having him finish inside of you. As amazing as it sounds to the both of you, neither one of you are prepared for children so it’s too big of a risk. He’ll usually pull out right as he’s about to climax and cum on your ass or stomach. Don’t worry, he always helps clean you up. Every once in a while he’ll finish inside your mouth and this is by far his favorite. The warm sensation of your mouth is just too much for him to handle. Not to mention he loves seeing you swallow once he’s finished.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fred’s dirty secret is that he’ll sneak into your dorm room every once in a while and steal something from your drawers. It’s usually a fancy lace thong or some sort of clothing you own. You typically don’t get to spend all of break together so he likes to brig something to remember you by when he’s busy touching himself. Yes, he has masturbated with your panties multiple times but this is something he will never admit to you and is dead set on taking to his grave. He likes to close his eyes and wrap your clothes/thong around his hand while he thinks back to the last time he saw you in it. This is usually enough to get him off within minutes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You are both each other’s first but Fred still had a bit of experience. He had reached second base a few times and had a decent grip on what was to come next, but you were the first girl he decided to go all the way with. You knew he had a girlfriend before the two of you got together so you assumed he had already had sex before.

The two of you tip toed the line for weeks on end before you eventually pushed for the next step. While you guys were making out on his bed one night, you’d run your hand across the zipper on his slacks which caused Fred to nearly leap off the mattress. He’d be extremely nervous, which is an odd sight on Fred. It would be in this moment he’d admit to you that he was a virgin. He’s typically confident and a bit arrogant so you were surprised to know he had yet to have sex. Although, it came as a relief in a way. It would make the both of you feel more comfortable knowing there would be no judgement or room for comparison.

Fred would take the lead for the most part your first time. Probably missionary, just so he can have the chance to take all of you in. Plus it gives him a breathtaking view of you. He’d be a bit fidgety and nervous the first time. But don’t doubt Fred- this man is a quick learner and his cocky nature redeems itself the next night.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Fred is a sucker for doggy style and cowgirl style with you facing him. With doggy style, Fred can’t get enough of the view. He can see your perfect face moaning into the bedsheet, and your ass smacking against his hips. He wouldn’t last long fucking you this way. He’d finish hard with a breathy grunt on your back, his cum dripping on your skin. When you were on top, Fred still demanded control. He’d lift his hip so he was still the one fucking you. Your knees would press together at the overwhelming feeling bubbling in your stomach. He loved when you sat fully on his dick and would grin. This was the few times he’d allow you to make the moves. He knew you got yourself off grinding on his dick so he didn’t stop it. Besides the feeling of you cumming on him was far too good to deny. Sometimes he’d force your knees apart so he could have full access. Fred would pin your feet and his sides and thrust up into you until he pulled out and finished on himself.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Fred most certainly has his moments during these personal, intimate moments. Sometimes he’d accidentally let a random thought slip out like, “You smell like strawberry cake from dinner… it smells really good, love. Did you have some?” You’d just stare up at him in confusion before the both of you started laughing at his random remark. It was sure a mode killer for the seriousness of the situation, but this would lead to the sex with Fred that left you giggiling and smiling the entire time, which wasn’t a terrible alternative at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I’d like to think Fred Weasley is a groomed man. Hygiene is important to Fred. He doesn’t like feeling stinky or gross in bed, especially when you always smell like lavender and strawberry, and this goes for his hair down there too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Honestly, it totally depends on the vibe. It’s never just fucking- there’s always love invovled. But some nights are more intimate than others. Like when you’re sad and Fred takes his time kissing every inch of your body and making you feel like a princess. In these intimate moments, Fred will press his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you sweetly. He’ll hold your hand while his head is buried between your thighs. No matter your position, Fred always finds a way to snake one arm around your frame. He loves to hold you during these sweet moments.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since the two of you began getting intimate, Fred hasn’t had a need to masturbate as much. Of course during break when the two of you are separate for long periods of time, he can’t help but jerk off to the thought of you. He’ll usually do this late at night when everyone is asleep or in the shower. He has a handful of photos in his bedside table of you. Most are innocent, happy photos. Two, on the other hand, are very much R-rate images. It’s a little secret kept between the two of you. The thought of Fred masturbating to you when you were apart during the summer really didn’t bother you much. You’d rather have him touching himself to the image of you rather than some random girl.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fred Weasley is a man of many kinks, and many unexplored ones as well. He has a lot of little kinks, like light choking, back scratches, hickies, hair pulling, strip tease, high sex, drunk sex, etc. The more, larger kink of Fred’s would be light humiliation. Nothing major, just dirty talk between the two of you. This includes teasing, orgasm denial, and Fred being in full control, and you listening to every command he gives you. He loves being the dominant one. In these demands, he never takes anything over the line. They’re all sexual acts he has gotten approval from you for as to never make you uncomfortable. I think Fred would develop a daddy kink later in your relationship, a while after Hogwarts. Like when the two of you are living together in his apartment and he’s a successful businessman; yes, he will have a daddy kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When the two of you are still at Hogwarts, your go to spot is Fred’s dorm. It is the safest, easiest option and holds the least risk. When you are feeling adventurous, you’ve found your favorite spot is behind the Shrieking Shack. Fred scouted the location out on one of your many trips to Hogsmeade and you found it was perfect. You were free to be as loud as you pleased. Students who did pass by and heard the screams would scurry away blaming it on the ‘ghosts’.

When you were out of school, the two of you found that you quite enjoyed having Fred fuck you over the counter of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Mornings were a bit risky so you usually found after closing hours to be the best time. Fred would shove you into the wooden counter and turn you around so you were facing the door. With ease his hands unbuckled your jeans and he basically ripped them off, shoving you forward once again so your chest was flat against the wood. Without warning he’d start pounding into you mercilessly, the sound of your hips constantly slapping against the surface. The sound became a warning noise to George that screamed at him not to come downstairs.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One way to really get Fred going is to play a little innocent game of flirting. Ron and Harry were typically your go to victims. If Fred was busy with friends or not paying attention to you, you knew giving your attention away to a different boy would certainly gain his.

You’d saunter over to the two younger boys and squish between them on the couch, placing one hand on each of their knees. They’d immediately freeze, a bashful blush painting both their cheeks. You’d bat your eyes and squeeze on their legs as you chatted away, waiting patiently for Fred to notice. It would take three minutes top before Fred is standing in front of you interjecting himself into the conversation by dragging you off the couch and up the stairs to his dorm room. Your plan always worked but it came at a large cost. A, not able to walk straight for a week, cost.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

One thing Fred is strongly against is harm or excessive force. You’ve verbally expressed to him that you enjoy when he chokes you but Fred is extremely cautious never to take it too far. He refuses to ever lay a hand on you anywhere but your ass. Slapping you is def something he is not comfortable with. He just doesn’t like feeling as if he’s hurt you- it’s not exactly a turn on to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. He is basically a god when it comes to giving oral. Fred never leaves you disappointed in this department. He’ll go down on you for twenty minutes at minimum. Although he’s the one pleasuring you, he finds pleasure in the taste of you on his tongue and your body moving at his touch. He’s pretty skilled and will switch between delicately eating your pussy, to roughly fingering you as his mouth sucks on your clit. His hands are either laced with yours, or pinning your hips down to the mattress. It’s unpredictable with him. The only certainty is, he won’t stop until you’ve finished and with Fred, there is no need for faking anything.

When it comes to you giving Fred oral, he’s never once asked. He feels it’s more of a present and never wants to feel like he’s forcing you. When you do go down on him, it’s absolute heaven. Fred only lasts five minutes or so in the warmth of your mouth. He can’t help but lift his hips into your embrace, eager for more. It drives him crazy when you flick your wet tongue against the tip of his cock. Or when you press your tongue against his tip then slowly drag it down to the end of his shaft, leaving a wet trail. Like he will cum in seconds.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This totally depends. Fred likes to jump between, all in the same night. His time is pretty consistent at thirty minutes, but the pace is spontaneous. One thing Fred lovesss to do is make you squirm and hold control over you. When he can tell you’re about to unravel and orgasm, he’ll abruptly halt his speed and just rock his hips slowly. It was beyond frustrating but the climax was worth it. He also likes to catch you off guard by starting fast and sloppy right off the bat. It’s such a turn on to him when you beg him to go faster and he always grants this wish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Eh, Fred isn’t huge on quickes. To him, making love to you is still making love, but he would much rather take his time and go at his own pace. Quickes happen about three times a week, maybe four. Some weeks are busier than others, and it can be difficult to spend quality time with Fred during the Quidditch season. When Fred is busy with practice, school, and matches, quickes seem to be the only love making that can fit into his schedule. You two still find time for each other but it’s not always spent fucking.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

In terms of risk, Fred is always up for the thrill of getting caught. Trying new things is his speciality and he loves exploring new sex adventures. The riskiest the two of you have gotten was either in the Gryffindor Common Room on the main sofa, or on the kitchen floor at the Burrow during summer break. Probably in the common room seeing as that was the only time the two of you had gotten caught in public. Of course George and Lee had walked into multiple questionable scenes, you two had only been caught once outside of the bedroom. During your final year at Hogwarts, Fred and George had made the decision to leave early to pursue their dreams of opening their own joke shop. Your boyfriend spent months begging you to leave with them and move into their apartment, but you sweetly refused each time. You promised him that once you finished at Hogwarts you’d move in with him and help the twins with their shop, which he eventually stubbornly agreed to. About a week before Fred and George were planning to ditch Hogwarts, Fred and you ended up making out on the couch in the common room. It was a late Sunday night and most students were asleep so you two figured you could fit a quick love session in. The kissing led to clothes coming off which eventually led to Fred positioned overtop of you and adjusting himself at your entrance. Once he found his way, Fred’s hips began pushing deeply inside of you. Your eyes fell back as a sultry moan escaped your lips. Fred kissed you sloppily in order to mask the sound of him fucking you. Not even five minutes in, George came walking down the steps casually in search of his twin.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Fred can go as long as it takes to make sure you’re fully satisfied. It’s usually like 2-3 rounds on average, but he is never against more. Nothing is ever too fast with Fred, he likes to take his time fucking you. Every once in a while you’ll have a quickie before a Quidditch match or during breakfast. These would usually last five-ten minutes top. It’s enough to keep him settled for a class or two but the second he laid eyes on you walking into his last class, he knew he needed more. Five minutes just wasn’t enough to fully admire your body. Fred would rather have longer rounds where he can make sure he’s made you cum as well. He’ll typically spend thirty-fourty minutes fucking you hard, then an hour or so cuddling you before repeating the cycle.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While you guys are still at Hogwarts, owning sex toys was nearly impossible and just down right embarrassing to get caught with. Being exposed in front of all your classmates and professors was the last thing either of you wanted. Fred of course would get over it within hours but you knew you’d never live down the awkward shame. Once the you graduated and moved in with the twins above their shop, sex toys were introduced here and there. Fred found more gratification in pleasuring you with his hands, mouth, or dick, so he often neglected the use of toys in the bedroom. If it was something you wanted to try, he was more than willing to participate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Fred Weasley is the biggest tease you’ll ever meet. He can help himself, it’s in his nature. Especially if you turn him on in public. Wearing any type of skirt, or clothing of his, in public will surely get you in trouble with Fred. He’ll sit beside you in the Great Hall and slowly slide his hand up your thigh. He wouldn’t stop until his fingertips were grazing the material of your underwear. Soon enough his fingers would dig under the barrier and begin rubbing small circles around your clit. He’d have you on edge for most of dinner, trying his best to keep the attention of your friends off the two of you. After sometime of playing with your folds, his lanky fingers would trace your outer lip, then two of them quickly dove into your tight hole. The pace was fast right off the bat making your body squirm in surprise. His eyes never even glanced at your but you knew he was fully paying attention to you, and only you. A small moan would pour from your lips when the pleasure grew to be too much. Every once in a while he’d send you a dangerous glare, silently warning you to be quiet. At the sound of your moans growing more careless, he’ll begin taunting you by slowing the speed of his fingers and leaning closely whispering,

“I know you want to cum, angel, I can feel your legs shaking. But you’re gonna have to wait, I’m not done with you yet.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When Fred is drunk, you’re pretty sure ever the Slytherin students in the dungeons could hear his grunts and groans. He’s extremely verbal while intoxicated and doesn’t give a shit if anyone hears him. He doesn’t care- he wants everyone to know how fucking amazing you are and that you’re all his. When he’s sober, Fred usually gets vocal when he orgasms or when you’re giving him head. He gets especially loud when it’s just the two of you alone. If George and Lee are sleeping, he’ll groan and whisper dirty words in your ear. He really doesn’t want them waking up and catching the two of you- but it wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

During your summer break before your final year at Hogwarts, you spent two months with the Weasley’s. Fred was over the moon to have you. Molly had a bed made in Ginny’s room for you so it was set that sleeping together in his bed would be impossible. Instead, Fred and you spent most of the summer sneaking around finding new spots in the home, and in the grassy land outside to make love. You shared a handful of sweet, delicate moments that summer. Fred made love to you softly in a field about a mile out from his house. He brought a blanket and set a picnic before the two of you began having sex. He pushed the food aside and pulled you down on the blanket so he could sneak in between your knees. Unexpectedly, his wet tongue pressed against the folds of your pussy as he started to fuck you with his tongue. He carried out eating you passionately for another ten minutes then gently took his time making love to you and watching you orgasm under his touch.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Let’s just say, you are very impressed with Fred’s size. You expected him to be on the larger side due to his height, but he’s got width too. You have yet to be able to fit his cock fully in your mouth, but it’s something you’re working on, and something Fred is very pleased with.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fred Weasley is one horny bastard. He is willing and ready to fuck you whenever, and wherever. Wanting a quickie before class? Fred knows the perfect broom closet! Need some unwinding before bed? Fred is more than willing to drop to his knees and eat you out- something he had done multiple times in the Gryffindor common room after hours. You returned the favor frequently much to Fred’s approval. Whether this was a quick bj behind a tree by the Black Lake, or a handjob under the table during class, you always found a way to blow his mind… and well, other things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It typically takes at least two rounds to wear this boy out. Fred runs purely on adrenaline and when he fucks you, this is at a high. Although after cumming twice in a short amount of time, he’ll usually pass out with his arms latched around you within minutes. When Fred falls asleep, he is knocked out. It literally takes yanking him off the bed to wake him.

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