#getting married

[ravencincaide]

Every little girl dreams.. 

Summary: No one dreams of this type of wedding, let alone wants one like it, and yet that’s the only one you’re getting. Or when you and Chuuya make the decision to stick to your original plan, even if it's the opposite from perfect. 

Pairing:  fem!Reader x Chuuya

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 9: Deep kissing

Warnings: Cursing and light angst

My attempt to crawl out of the writers block I'm sitting in.

Enjoy~

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Every little girl dreams about their future wedding. A grand thing with dozens upon dozens of guests gathered to celebrate the union between two souls.The westerstyle church filled to the brim. A priest at the altar and the future husband waiting patiently for his soon-to-be wife. In this grand western style church, the pipe organ begins playing the all-too familiar wedding march.The flutter of flowers and the rustling of the white wedding dress as you walk down the aisle, past rows upon rows of gleeful faces of friends and family all wishing you the best, all envying you as you slowly stroll towards your happily ever after. 

Or perhaps you'd envision a traditional wedding at the shrine dressed in layers of silk and fancy kimono swearing your oath more privately, reserved for the gods ears to hear. The celebration would come right after, where your friends and family would cheer for you as you and your beloved feed each other your first bites of cake. You could even settle for a small wedding: a private event reserved for just a handful of guests. Somewhere in exotic or exquisite flower gardens on bright green grass under the open skies. The grand dress, replaced with something simpler; like a suit or even a formal attire. 

Yes, there were many things you wanted for your dream wedding. And there were many things you were willing to compromise on for the sake of tying the knot with that special someone. Yet this– this was not something that was a part of anyone's wedding plans. A gloomy bitter seemingly unplanned union that was your reality. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your original attire was stained in blood and you were forced to improvise with what you had on hand:your workwear. A dark blue lace blouse with puffy sleeves and white pearl buttons, black skin-tight silky pants and high heels to match. You put your hair up in a bun and decorated it with matching white and blue pearls pins. You made sure to undo the top button in a feeble attempt to look less work-like and chose to forgo your usual black mafia coat. You spend a few moments wiping away the dirt from your heels and removing your chipped nail polish. As if fooling yourself into feeling pretty. you applied a small dot of the perfume sample you found in your pouch on your wrists and behind your ears. The scent was unfamiliar but not awful.  You chose to keep your weapons on you however, for a ‘just in case’ scenario. 

Then you strolled out of the cabinet-like room you borrowed. 

The small wooden church on the outskirts of Yokohama was, like you, in an equally unimpressive state. Most of the wood around the church had rotten long ago; the benches in the mass halls on either side of the isle were broken, scorched or damaged. A few paces away was a gaping hole in the ceiling. Off to the side stood the pipe orgel ready to produce music but with no musician in sight. The altar was the only piece of the church that did not suffer any damage. If anything it looked cleaned and well-polished as if the priest had taken his time to clean this spot up while the two of you got ready.

The door to the right of the altar opened and two men stepped out: the priest and Chuuya. 

Chuuya was dressed in his usual work attire which had taken a bit of beating during the previous fight: the clothes were not first freshnes with the exception of a clean white blouse underneath the gray vest. Even his black coat was ruffled; damaged from hundreds of bullets and weapons that had been sent flying towards him. Not injured but not completely unscratched either. The most pristine thing about him were his shoes: newly polished and sophisticated- a glimpse of the Chuuya you’ve always known. 

Without a word he took a few steps away from the priest and towards the nearest bench. He tosses his coat onto it, then his guns and weapons. 

“ Sweetheart I think we can survive without weapons for five minutes” Chuuya tried to lighten the mood with a joke as he beckoned you over. You followed his example of disarming yourself. Then you took his hand in yours and stepping up to the altar before the priest. 

Chuuya didn’t bother lying that you looked stunning, beautiful or breathtaking on your wedding day and you didn’t bother lying to say he looked as handsome as always. You were thankful for this little bit of truth. You did take a moment to wipe away a drop of dried blood from the back of his neck before turning back to face the man with the bible. Chuuya squeezed your hand in reassurance and gratitude, and you did the same. 

The priest ran his eyes from you, to Chuuya, and then lingered on your interlocked hands. He chose not to say anything about it.“ Are you two sure you would like to proceed with this marriage union right now and not wait until after the war?” 

You looked at Chuuya, expecting him to scream ‘are you a fucking idiot?' 'abort' or ‘too low-quality’ instead he turned to you with a serious look on his eyes and a laidback playful smirk just itching to split his expression into something more familiar, loving and playful. A controlled chaos- a fire burning for you. You replied with a small smile and a squeeze of his hand. You could see Chuuya resisting the urge to drive his free hand into his pocket in a typical delinquent style- an attempt to hide his nervousness. Although it would not have mattered if he did that : with no guests or witnesses. There was no one but the priest to judge you two. 

When the priest didn’t start, Chuuya finally broke the silence:“ if we’re going to be on the frontlines with no guarantees, then I’d much rather get formalities out of the way so we can stand together as husband and wife” 

You gave his hand another squeeze in agreement before you spoke “ Father, we waited a long time to get married. It doesn’t have to be perfect or expensive, as long as we come out of here united in the eyes of the government, emperor and god.”     

“ Have you prepared your wedding vows?” the priest asked with a small frown of disapproval. 

“Ehh we’ll just do the traditional ones, right doll?” Chuuya looked the slightest bit flustered. As if he had completely forgotten that there was more to the ordeal than just showing up in front of the priest. 

You could feel your heart drop in your stomach, anxiety spiking. Was this really all for nothing? The time you spend getting here all wasted over a forgotten piece of paper? You clutched Chuuya’s hand tighter in your own, while you silently prayed that the priest would still find it in his heart to help you two get married. 

Your prayers were answered. 

The priest opened the bible and stretched out pieces of paper towards you and Chuuya. Once copy each. “ I had that suspicion and brought copies with me. Alter them how you see fit so they feel more natural. The vows should come from the heart” The priest stood patiently as both of you read the vows through and altered them with a borrowed pen. Then he started the ceremony. 

You both stood patiently and attentively listened to the priest: out of the corner of your eyes you could see Chuuya. He was trying his best to contain his emotion, the edges of his lips just itching to spread into a wide grin or nervous laughter. Who would have thought the deadliest and fanciest mafia executive would be getting married, with no friends or family, in such a dumpy church. Indeed the thought made you want to both laugh and cry all at once. Ohh the irony of life.

At the priest's motion you turned to face Chuuya as he spoke his promises of eternal love; in sickness and in health, through sorrows and laughs. Through poverty and bad decisions as well as blessings and good times: “And I promise to love you till death do us part, my Sweetheart” 

You turned to face Chuuya as he took your hand in his hand and held it tightly. He then raised your hand and placed a golden band, adored with precious gems and intricate weaving of the metal on your finger.  

You gripped his hand tighter, your heart soaring as you recited your vows. As you spoke of your promise to love him no matter the hardships, through sickness and health, through faithfulness and betrayal, through lies and truths. “ and until death do us part, my love”

You did the same for Chuuya, raising his hand, you tugged the glove off. You felt him tense ever so slightly and you squeezed his hand again, reassuringly before slipping the thick golden band on his bare finger. “ Just once, for a few moments, let it sit on your bare skin please” And he squeezed your hand in turn agreeing and accepting. 

The priest held his breath before his face broke up into a smile: “ It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife.” His eyes ran from your bright smile with tears threatening to spill from your eyes to Chuuya’s expression which matched your own. Incredibly happy, and unbelievably sad. When neither of you moved the priest urged you to, giving you his permission and blessings: “You may now kiss the bride” 

The kiss that you shared was deeper and more passionate than what was appropriate in a church. But the priest merely averted his eyes to give you some privacy. After all this kiss signified both a joyful Hello to a new beginning and a mournful goodbye..

#bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #sweetober #getting married #not a perfect wedding

[mountainstogo]

I found my dress!!! It was the second dress I tried and I never want to take it off

#i guess i have to start planning a wedding now #getting married

[melanieratford]

I’M ENGAGED!

On May 5th, 2015, my best friend gathered a bunch of people to go see Avengers: Age of Ultron at the theater in the town next to my hometown. At the time, I was in no mood to be in a relationship... As I had only been single for maybe 6 months. When we got to the theater, she pointed across the foyer and said “There’s my college friends.”... I zeroed in on the guy that had the Sheldon Cooper shirt and yelled “OH MY GOD! SHELDON!”. I did NOT realize the guy I had just yelled at was super cute until AFTER I had yelled at him.

When we got into the actual theater, most of the college friends sat in the front, but the cute guy sat next to me. The more he talked, the more I liked him. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had just met him. It was kind of awkward because, on the other side of me was my best friend and her boyfriend who were cuddling...

After the movie, half of us went to IHOP and the others went to Rosa’s Tortilla Factory. The cute guy went to Rosa’s... He should have come to IHOP.... Because the other girl that was with my half of the group and I wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy who sat next to me was. My best friend ended up scolding him the next morning saying stuff like “You’re in so much fucking trouble! My friends wouldn’t shut up about how cute they think you are!”. He asked her if he could have my number and she angrily said “YES! You can have her number!”. On April 4th, 2016, after almost a year of talking and getting to know each other, we started dating. A year later we went to see the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say “His Beauty” and “Her Beast”.

On May 5th, 2023, 8 years after we first met, we went to the theater in my town (the theater we met at closed down) to see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. After the movie, he took me in front of the big poster in the theater’s foyer and proposed! Obviously I said “YES!”! His mom took pictures and gave us a $50 gift card to On The Border. When we left the theater, we went to the restaurant and ate Tex-Mex on the patio while we enjoyed live music. It was absolutely perfect!

Funnily enough, my fiancé accidentally let it slip what day he was gonna propose on before Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania even came out, so I had time to prepare and make myself perfect. I got us shirts that were just like what we wore the day we met. I bought makeup and nail stuff to make sure my nails and makeup looked amazing and we both asked for the day off. I don’t wear makeup! Yet, for this day, I wore Sailor Moon eyeshadow and lip gloss, as well as eyeliner and mascara!

@candysweetposts edited Castiel’s proposal illustration to look like my fiancé and me. I sent her pictures of what we were gonna wear so that it would be as accurate to how the proposal would actually look as possible. I even sent her a pic of my engagement ring (because I helped my fiancé pick it out).

Drachea Rannak did a wedding image of our My Hero Academia characters, Slipstream and Kaiju, at their wedding. The background is the ballroom from the animated Beauty and the Beast and the arch is the Infinity Stones. Margot’s dress is the style I want, but I’m thinking about getting a black dress, so my fiancé is able to see her outfit and not have to worry about bad luck. We’re gonna use this image as our “Welcome Sign” for the wedding. Drachea also sent me the foreground of just the two of them so that I can get a custom acrylic stand made for the cake topper!

#engagement #proposal #i'm engaged #getting married #mycandylove #my candy love #drachea rannak #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg vol 3 #marvel #mcu #he proposed last night #we met at a marvel movie #its only appropriate that we get engaged at a marvel movie #so excited #i love him

[dapandapod]

Happiness suits you

Guys is it weird to base a fic around having seen too many Geralt-has-no-social-skills-and-is-forever-alone-because-of-it, and decide no, and write a Geralt-has-no-social-skills-so-litterally-every-person-decides-to-care-for-this-poor-poor-witcher fic?

Yes I rewrote that sentence six times. I just feel like people like Geralt, *beacause* he has no social skills. They see this poor little meow meow and decide that this man needs a friend. That, and also in games and comics, Geralt is just genuinly charming (and a bit of a bastard).

Thank you Jin for helping me beta read this! <3

PLease enjoy this piece of fluff and my attempt on namedropping literally anyone Geralt has had a pleasant conversation with.

Also immortal Jaskier rights. <3

On Ao3 here

Witchers come and go from the keep as they please. Sure, they tend to gather during the winter, but the gate remains open to those who know (and can get there safely) where they are. 

Snow has barely started melting, water trickling and dripping down from trees and icicles, the snow on the ground getting a crust from melting and freezing over and over again. The skies are the kind of blue it is in perfect spring days, not a cloud to be seen, the world visible for miles when you stand at a high point.

Nature is waking up, even as winter fights with tooth and claw to keep its grip over the land. Beneath the mountains, most of the snow has already turned into mud, but up here, Geralt's breath still fogs as he sighs at another one of Lambert's stupid remarks.

"I thought you didn't like to put yourself on display, pretty boy." He snarks, snow crunching under his feet, giving way for his stomping ahead. 

Geralt gives Dandelion a quick look and a shake of his head no. There are things everybody is better off Lambert not knowing. The poet just smirks and hooks a gloved finger around Geralt's pinkie.

"It is about the lodgings." Dandelion informs Lambert instead, who huffs in amusement.

"For who exactly? Because I'm pretty sure your whorehouse-"

"Cabaret," Both Geralt and Dandelion corrects.

"Sure. I'm pretty sure you can house the entire spectacle there, so I guess that makes it cost efficient. Plus, you got the entertainment covered."

"We are not saying our vows in the Passiflora." Geralt mutters.

"No room." Dandelion agrees, changing his grip to just hold Geralt's hand instead. 

It never fails, Geralt's stomach flutters at the contact and he can't help but smile warmly at his poet. In the sunshine, his golden curls peak out and through all his winter clothing and his nose is red.

Lambert snorts again and turns towards them.

"So where then? Wherever that lordling title of yours stem from?"

It is Dandelion's turn to snort. 

"Fuck no. I don't even think they remember me there anymore. My youngest sister should be what by now, fifty-eight?"

He looks at Geralt for confirmation, who just shrugs. 

"You were already old when I met you." He teases, just to hear the poet's outraged spluttering.

"You-! How dare-! Rude, Geralt! See if I will compliment your luscious rear now!"

“You have not aged a day,” Geralt amends, squeezing Dandelion’s gloved hand.

"Spare me." Lambert groans, rolling his eyes and walks ahead again. "Why won't Eskel ever join me when I check the traps?"

"Because you're a prick." Geralt reminds him calmly.

"No, Lettenhove is out of the question. And as much as I love Corvo Bianco, it is simply too far away for most of our guests. And not to mention, again, lodgings." Dandelion muses, following the movement when Geralt nudges him to the side to avoid stumbling over a branch barely hidden in the snow. 

"How many people are you expecting anyway? Is the entire continent invited or something?" Lambert asks, finding the first snare by the line of the trees. It is empty, neither hare nor bait to be seen. 

"Well, there are some acquaintances of mine who would take it poorly if they were not to get an invitation, not to mention my friends. And then there are Geralt's friends-"

"You mean all of his exes?" Lambert throws over his shoulder as he resets the trap and baits it again.

"Triss is holding the ceremony." Geralt says, pulling his poet close and wraps his arms around him when Dandelion shivers ever so slightly. 

It doesn't do much for warmth, actually, but Dandelion hugs him back and leans his head against Geralt's chest, and well, there are many ways to get warm, is there not?

"I think most of them will come. Well. Maybe not Milva, I don't think she would wander that far from Brokilon with her daughter that young still. Dandelion, I just realized we haven't started writing invitations."

"You haven't started writing invitations," Dandelion smirks, tilting his head up teasingly. "I however, have been working on them since the new year."

"So what, Passiflora can't deal with all the people from across the country to see my brother's grumpy ass be married?" Lambert asks, and stands up to brush leaves and some stubborn snow and ice from his knees.

Dandelion turns to look at him, tilting his head.

"You'd be surprised." 

Geralt spends a long few evenings writing until the candles burn low and Dandelion complains of a cold bed. 

His hand is stained with ink and his fingers are cramping, but most of the letters are finished by the end of the week. The face Lambert made when Geralt handed them over, asking him to bring it to the postmaster in the village below the mountain made it all worth it.

The rest he should be able to send out or give in person before they're due to be in Oxenfurt.

They need to be there ahead of time, making sure that the innkeepers know to keep their rooms free during those days. 

Technically, the ceremony is only the one day, but they decided that for those who traveled far, they will keep the festivities going for another day or so. At least in the Passiflora, they are not made of money. 

"Lambert, I want you to be there. You are a pest and my brother, and I want you by my side." Geralt tells him, before Lambert leaves for the path.

For a long moment, Lambert just looks at him. He may be a prick, a bastard and an ass, but there is also an honesty to him, loyal and protective and surprisingly sensitive.

"I will be there, pretty boy. It will be my honor."

Lambert pulls him into a strangely stiff hug, clasping Geralt's forearm and pressing their foreheads together. 

"Don't get eaten. Bring the Cat." Geralt mutters, before they part and Lambert climbs his horse Horse and waves them goodbye.

It would seem word has spread through Oxenfurt, and as spring shifts into summer, most of the town is decked out with ribbons and busy with preparations. 

"One could almost think it's a noble getting hitched." Dandelion observes, as they walk through the little market in the square. More stalls are being set up, goods and delicacies quickly being distributed amongst them. 

"Almost as if the Viscount de Lettenhove himself, a professor of the seven liberal arts of Oxenfurt, is about to leave the bachelor life behind." Geralt says, enjoying how Dandelion is pressing into his side.

"Almost as if the famous poet Dandelion has captured his muse, his love, his White Wolf." The poet purrs, leaning in even closer and teasing a finger along Geralt's wrist and inside his shirt.

Their walk is cut abruptly short, but the hot kisses that Dandelion presses onto his lips when they fall into bed, they linger for a long time.

  The day has finally come. 

People started trickling in during the day before, the inns, as predicted, starting to fill up. Dandelion has many friends in court, many courts actually, and their staff also requires a place to stay. 

For some reason, it was with utmost glee that Dandelion invited his nemesis and rival, Valdo Marx, to their wedding. Geralt isn't sure if he understands why, but he has been asked to be one of the performers during the feast. Of course both Essi and Priscilla will also be there, along with a skald from the Skellige Islands.

Ciri and Cerys joined them a few days earlier to help with the final preparations, along with Yennefer, Istredd, Triss and Eskel.

Lambert has yet to show up, but Geralt isn't worried. He has saved a room for him at the Passiflora, far away from their own, just to be safe. One never knows what kind of sounds comes from his room if he actually brings Aiden.

Geralt is happily surprised to see Cahir there, together with Regis and another man he doesn't recognize but is introduced to him as Detlaff van der Eretin. Not long after is he swept up in a big hug by Shani, and then a large man with a red beard pats his back, hard. Turns out that is Dudu, and his chosen shape of the day. 

More and more people, from near and far, from far past and more recent memory, trickle in through the city gates before they close for the night.

In the early morning, Lambert stands gaping with his Cat in tow, finally understanding what the fuss was about.

"Alright. Lodgings. I hope you saved us one." Lambert shrugs.

The ceremony is held in the university gardens. It was the easiest way, and most inexpensive, to bring them all together, even if some of the elder professors gave the few elves present a sharp side eye. 

There is more than one tale about the one-eyed elf who side eyed them just as sharply back. Iorwreth only stayed during the ceremony, considering he is technically a criminal still, but he left a big impression.

Triss stands in the center of it all, Geralt and Dandelion in front of her. She is holding an ancient book that looks heavier than her, and older than all three of them combined, but she holds it easily in one hand, as she guides Geralt and Dandelion through the motions.

It is hard to look away from his poet, his sunshine, the love of his life. They are clad in matching outfits, trimmed with golden edges, their hair loose around their shoulders. 

Geralt doesn't cry often, but when he had read Dandelion's vows the night before, he couldn't keep it back. Dandelion wasn't much better off when he read Geralt's, and they had spent the eve sitting back to back on their bed, sniffling and wiping away tears. 

 It helped them to get through them now, Geralt's voice thick with emotions as he reads them out loud now, in front of everybody.

Eskel subtly slips Lambert a handkerchief when Geralt has to stop and take a deep breath to go on, and Lambert takes it without a word and passes it to Aiden, refusing to wipe his own tears.

  Not all guests join them for the feasts, some of the locals have to go back to work and some with... well, a price on their head, need to get away from people.

Hjalmar comes to congratulate them, bringing greetings from Crach, who had to stay behind with his Jarl duties. Zoltan brings a gift of the finest dwarven Spirit, and a pair of silver rings.

"I know it is tradition for you to exchange rings during the handfasting, but this snotty bugger-" Zoltan points behind himself, at a somewhat younger dwarf with a very uncombed beard, "-decided not to wake up this morning. Sorry for being late."

Many old friends come up to them during the feast. Vernon Roche and Ves, Keira, Mousesack, Aiden brought a letter from Letho, who declined the invitation but appreciated it nonetheless. Vesemir held a speech that had Geralt crying again, the sorceress Corinne Tilly from Novigrad brought greetings from their Godling friend Sarah.

At the end of the night, Geralt is exhausted, well fed, and well on his way to being drunk.

The marketplace is still thriving long into the eve, many of the guests taking the opportunity to stroll around the stalls and indulging. He finds Lambert and Coën bent over a piece of paper, muttering and making notes. 

Throughout the day he could hear Lambert ask some of the guests he didn't recognize, if they were there for the groom or... the witcher.  

Most likely they are trying to see how many of Geralt's friends showed up, and honestly? Some of those who showed up were actually not invited, even if Geralt knows them. Djikstra, for example, were not on the list, but was still fully expected to show up, as is his habit.

Geralt’s knee isn’t what it used to, but he still lifts Ciri up on the dance floor, still jumps through the steps with her just to see her smile.

She is so big now, with scars of her own and powers beyond them all.

When the dance is over, he pulls her into a hug, just holds her close. They don't see each other as often anymore, with her traveling the continent, and places beyond that too, and Geralt spending more and more time at Corvo Bianco. 

"I'm so proud of you." He murmurs into her hair, kissing her forehead.

"I love you." She murmurs back. "Happiness suits you."

 When all is said and done, when the sun has set and the stars has danced across the night sky, the evening is finally coming to a close.

Despite it being their wedding night, there is not much energy left but to undress each other, kiss lazily, and drop into unconsciousness.

  Sometimes, love stories are the beginning. Sometimes, it's an end. Sometimes, you learn that your story was edged with love all the way.

  Geralt isn't sure how he managed to gather so much of it around him, despite the harsh and bloodlined life he has lived. 

He just knows he would do it all again, if it led him here.

#working title: geralt has friends - take that lambert #gerlion #the witcher #wedding #kaer morhen #oxenfurt #getting married #geralt x dandelion #idiots in love #idiots to husbands #so much fluff #fluff #dapanda writes #aiden x lambert #ciri x cerys #and many many many more

[ikarisenpai]

Helloooooo!! Can you write a one shot about Octane from apex proposing to the reader please I realized there’s no fanfics abt it. Can it also be a fem reader? Thanks man🤘

Omg! I love this idea and I don't see much either as I love Octane just as much. I'm sorry it took me so long to write and I'm sorry if the fight scene is a bit messy. I'm not really good with fighting scenes but I feel like Octane would do something like this so enjoy :)

requests are still open, they just might take me a while as I'm shuffling between jobs and some drama at home, but please fill free to send me your ideas :) I'll get to them as soon as I can! Thanks :)

~Sleepy Ash

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Summary: You were in the middle of a fight on Broken Moon and your boyfriend of what felt like years decided now was the time to propose to you.

Warnings: nothing too big? Maybe the characters getting shot, but nothing too bad I would think.

Words: 1269

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“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Lifeline asked as bullets were going past her head. 

“I’m gonna ask her to marry me. I mean I don’t see the issue here, plus she and I have been dating for a while. I don’t see her saying no.” Octane said as he peaked over the ledge to see where the enemy team was. 

“But we're in the middle of a fight right now. Are you sure she’s not gonna say no because we're preoccupied?” Lifeline asked as Octane shook his head. 

“I don’t think so. If in all honesty I think everyone will be shocked that Octavio Silva is finally settling down after all these years. I know I would be.” Octane laughed as Y/N made a winge noise over mic and then called out that she was downed by a second team. 

“Well, here’s your chance to be the hero. Go get them I guess.” Lifeline said as she rolled her eyes. She peaked over the ledge that Octane had just looked over and had seen where Y/N had gone down and sighed knowing that if he didn’t hurry the ring was going to pinch them and that was something she didn’t want to deal with.

“I’m coming Y/N! Just hold on!” Octane called over mic as he jabbed the needle of his stim into his chest and jetted out of the building on the north east side of The Mirage Voyage, grabbing the zipline, and then down to the second floor where he saw Mirage finishing Y/N and Wraith guardian the door.

“Wow, that's quite the predemis—Pruh—Preh... Predicam—uh... It's a bad situation for you.” Mirage smiled as he started moving backwards in some type of moonwalk dance and kick up his foot to finish Y/N but ended up stopping as Octane pulled out his R-99 and started shooting him, stopping him from finishing Y/N, and had both Wraith and Mirage focused on Octane so Lifeline could pick Y/N up.

"On yuh feet. Lifeline's gotcha back." Lifeline smiled as she had quickly followed Octane down the zipline and through the building to pick Y/N up. The three of them now dealing with Wraith and Mirage that when Y/N did finally heal up Lifeline had gotten shot by their third member Bangalore and groaned seeing her down weapon was a G Scout fully kitted.

“Tango down.” Bangalore smirked as she and Y/N locked eyes. Bangs was about to go after Y/N when Octane got between the two and sat down on one knee nearly confusing Bangalore and Y/N on what he was doing.

“Le-et me have this moment real quick, please?” Octane said as he shot at Bangalore giving her a warning and then downed Mirage as he tried to finish the job with Y/N.

“What are you doing? We have to finish them!” Y/N growled as she was aiming her gun at Bangalore looking around to figure out where the hell Wraith had fazed off too.

“Something I should have done a long time ago but was too chicken to do so…” Octane said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what could only be but a small square velvet box. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” Bangalore said while shaking her head, “You're doing this now?!”

Octane nodded his head, “Uh, yeah, I don’t see a better time than doing it now.” 

Lifeline rolled her eyes as she and Bangalore waited for Octane to continue. The three of them standing on the bottom floor of the building just watching the ring grow closer as Mirage was knocked down in a corner, probably talking to Wraith and figuring out what to do while the other team and Bangalore were off proposing to people.

“Well, get on your knee Silva, got less than four-five.” Bangalore said as Octane quickly nodded and turned to face Y/n. His left hand removing his goggles so everyone could see his brown eyes and his cheeks a bit pink as he, himself, couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Come on Silva we don’t have all day.” Lifeline said as she was starting to join the group of annoyed people.

“Right, Y/N, -” Octane began as Y/N nodded smiling from ear to ear, “-I know we haven’t been an item for a long time and I know we’ve been friends for twice as much, but ever since that day up on Kings Canyon on the jump course, where we did some sick teamwork on the jump pads, I knew I wanted to spend  foverever with you. You're fun and amazing and when you do that thing with the P2020.” She flipped it around her pointer finger and then threw it up into the air before catching and putting it back into its holster, “I knew you were the love of my life, my partner in crime, my life long duo…” the list goes on and on as when Octane finally pulled out the ring Y/N gasped. The diamond was green wrapped around pure silva (see what I did there??). It was the same color as his stim and green hair. Tiny but on point as he didn’t want something flashy, but enough to catch someone’s eye. He wanted the ring to represent him and her put together and to show that Octavio Silva can be locked down. He just had to find someone special enough to do so.

“Awe, babe, you… shouldn’t have…” Y/N said as she held out her hand and waited for Octane to finish. 

“Come on Silva pick it up we gotta go!” Bangalore said as she tapped her foot against the concrete. 

“Ooo, right…” Octane said as he nodded. He pulled the ring out of the velvet box and smiled, holding it up to Y/N with a smile, “Will you make me the most happiest man alive and marry me?” 

Y/N smiled nodding, “Of course you idiot. Of Course.'' and when she slipped on the ring Wraith came out of nowhere and finished off the three of them. First throwing a grenade and weakening them and then knocking all three of them with a R-301.

“Jesus, Wraith, couldn’t come fast enough? Where did you go?” Bangalore said as she threw down and heat shield and started looting through Octane’s box.

“I had to take care of some outside squads. I heard some strays while shielding up earlier and just sorry I came back late.” She said as she picked up Mirage who was mumbling some nonsense to himself. He looted through Y/N’s box as when the three of them were done. Heading out of the building and took off on the zipline.

“Did you know he was going to propose all this time?” Mirage asked as he looked back at Bangalore.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting him to nearly kill us all with ring.” Banaglore sighed as she felt the heat from the ring burn her skin.

“Damn. Such a shame they all had to go out like that. Would have been rom-roman-uh cool if they got to be the champion squad in the end.” Mirage stumbled as Wraith nodded.

“Yeah, it would have, but I decided to end things. Now come on. We have less than three squads left and this ring is really burning us here.” Wraith said as they jumped off the zipline and headed to the next. They had a long way to go, but in the end Octane was happy and so was Y/N.

#Apex #Apex x reader #Apex Octane x Reader #Octane Silva x Reader #x reader #Octane x reader #octane apex legends #Octavio Silva x Reader #octavio silva #Octane settles down?? #Octane gets married?? #gets married #getting married #enganged #Lifeline #Mirage #Bangalore #Wraith

[416lottie]

Here it is... the LAST of my 30-Day OTP challenge drawings, now in full color. Saved the best for last (even though it was actually only day 26 out of 30 for some reason.)

You can view the entire challenge here, or view the original Day 26 (line art only) here.

(Big thanks to Obsidian Dawn for the lace photoshop patterns.)

#trigun #millywood #wolfwood x milly #nicholas d. wolfwood #Milly Thompson #otp #30 day otp challenge #getting married #marriage #wedding #bride #groom

[hathorneheiress]

Wedding day pt.1

Nash stood in front of his floor length mirror as he buttoned his silk, white vest up.

Today was the day. The day he was going to marry the love of his life, Libby Grambs, half-sister of Avery Grambs, the Hawthorne Heiress.

With butterflies in his stomach, he donned on his white suit coat. He wasn't much into suits and wouldn't have minded just wearing a nice pair of jeans and white shirt. But his brother, Grayson-who was also his best man- insisted that he had to wear something different then just jeans. It was his wedding, for goodness sakes!

He had decided, with Grays help, that they would all wear a different colored suits with matching cowboy hats and boots. Even though he didn't know the dress style, he knew that Libby was going to be wearing black. They had talked about it, and Nash liked the idea of her wearing black instead of the traditional white. He would wear that color instead.

Picking up the wide brimmed hat beside him, he was getting ready to head out the door when a knock sounded.

"Come in!"

Grayson Hawthorne entered into the room. Clad in a sleek three-piece black suit, he wore stylish black cowboy boots. A wide brimmed black colored cowboy hat covered his light ash, straight hair. Piercing blue eyes stared out from his chiseled face.

"You ready?" he asked, his low, smooth voice bringing a sense of calm over Nash as he spoke.

"Ready as I will ever be."

Grayson fixed his brother's collar, while brushing off imaginary specks off his shoulders. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He placed the hat on Nash's head. "Come on cowboy. We have a wedding to attend."

SO, I DECIDED THAT I HAD TO WRITE A SMALL LITTLE STORY ON NASH'S WEDDING. NOT SURE HOW MANY PARTS THERE WILL BE, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE PT.1

#grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #nash hawthorne #wedding #getting married #cowboy

[inklessletter]

Congrats on your wedding! I am a sucker for love stories, please do tell yours!

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Ooh you gossipy little thing 💗💗💗

It's a cool story actually. We met through a friend in he summer of 2012. I would lie to you if I told you that we didn't spend flirting all summer, doing summer plans like going to the beach, aquatic parks, local fairground, and so on. Neither of us were willing to admit that we had feelings for each other. Classic idiots in love trope.

I am doing to tell you my favourite anecdote ever.

September came and with it college exams and it was stressful times. F had to study too so it wasn't uncomon that we met at the library and spend there all day with our common friend (who was determined to get us together because we were both just stupid clueless). But I wasn't studying that much because he was thoughtful, and cute and hot and I wanted to make out with him so bad all the time, and I needed to pass that goddamn old English exam, so I decided to stay at home the next morning instead of heading to the library to meet him there and pine for nine hours. Since my mom was such an early bird, the previous night (before I changed my mind last minute) I pinned a note at my door asking her to wake me up, bit when I decided that I wasn't going I unpinned that note with such bad luck that the paper flew over my glasses and got into my motherfucking eye. I got my goddamn cornea filletted. I had an eyepad for two weeks because I didn't want to see him that day and I we have been together eleven years and I'm marrying F in three weeks.

My friend is my legal maid of honour, by the way.

If you are wondering how we got together, after F "accidentally" touched my hand while having "a friendly walk together" we sat on a bench at the park and I kissed him mid sentence.

It's been eleven years and I still remember what F was telling me.

It's been eleven years and he assured me that if it wasn't for that moment of bravery we would still be just friends.

#inklessletter #personal #f my beloved #getting married #idiots in love #relationship #this is so silly and so were we

[wherela]

This may sound like such a stupid thing to worry about, but I have no idea what kind of wedding dress I want. I plan on sewing my own, but every single dress on my pinterest board is completely different, and I have no idea what kind of style I want.

I just want a nice dress that makes me feel happy :(

#considering going to a bridal salon just to try different fits and see what i like on myself #but the issue here is that none of them seem to have a wide variety of siluettes and styles #cause they're either all done according to the wedding trend (aka they all have the exact same ugly type of neckline) and #just look 'slightly' different #or it's a store of one specific designer and so the style and fits will all be pretty similar to each other too #look when it comes to clother the most important thing to me is always the siluette #and only then do I consider what kind of additions I wanna have #mine #getting married

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Naruto x Fem Reader || New Year's Present ✨

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Scenario - Sfw, New Year's has come once more and you celebrate it with the village and more importantly your husband.

Word Count: 3k continues below the cut. ;3

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It's a festival night; a year has come and passed and the people of the village were ready and happy to bring forth a new year full of blessings and gifts. 

You and Naruto had ran into each other years ago, having watched him after all these years and the amount of growth somehow managed to be enough to draw you in and as silly as he could be Naruto was just as brave, and strong, and loving and it didn't take you long to fall in love with the man. 

You zone in as Naruto calls out to you, looking down at your face with the sweetest of smiles as fireworks fill the skies above. They burst with various colors, forming different shapes and designs and you slowly look into his cobalt eyes as your own sparkle like the millions of lights and stars above. 

Who would have thought that you, someone just from some poor family could have fallen in love with someone like him? And even after all the years of competition and rivalry something had managed to pull the two of you together like this was… familiar. You and him. 

“Did you hear me?” He asks curiously and the question manages to pull you from your thoughts, a light blush coloring your cheeks as Naruto chuckles a little at how distracted you e become but oh you were so lovely to look at as the lights bounced off of your smooth skin so he didn't fully mind. 

You shake your head, a little grin falling onto your own soft and lush lips. 

“I'm sorry, I wasn't.” You reply and Naruto gives a little huff even though he expected such an answer and honestly you're happy that even with all the attention he has now, with all the duties and responsibilities, he is still the same old Naruto you've always known and grown up with. 

You can see it in that little smile of his, in the little pout that forms on his lips, in the twinkling of his blue eyes and even the flush that layers his cheek and you wonder if you were ever meant to fall in love with anyone but him. Because if you were then you refused because you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with anyone but Naruto at this point and after everything both of you had been through together. 

He chuckles, calling you a ‘baka’ right after which effectively makes you snort softly because even now you couldn't resist pressing his buttons just for a laugh.

“I was saying that…” He starts off after a moment, looking down to his feet like some small boy confessing to a crush. “I'm happy to spend my life beside you. I'm happy to be your husband.” He says and though you've been with him for years and been through so much you still can't stop the way you perk like a puppy and how your cheeks slowly but surely grow warm. 

There's a moment of silence and then you chuckle softly, reaching a hand over and gently sliding it under his chin. He twitches a little at the touch but as you slowly turn his face back to you, he allows it, following your lead until he's looking back at you, his eyes connecting with your own. 

“I'm sorry?” You hum softly, a playful smile forming on your lips as you look at him while your thumb gently caresses circles into his cheek. “Could you say that again? I don't think I heard you right.” You say and there's that cheeky smile on your lips that he knows well after all these years. He feels his lil tremble though you were almost positive he'd practically leap out his skin like he had done so many times in your youth when you did these things to him. 

Naruto doesn't even care enough about the citizens around the two of you, especially because so many are busy playing with kids, selling knick knacks and food, and whatever else. He takes a moment to look you in your eyes and as playful as you were you couldn't ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat, as if he saw you as nothing but his whole world. 

He gently pulls away from your hand in order to wrap his own around your wrist. His hands are so much bigger, covered in a few scars from how ever many battles of the past and they're warm, awfully warm. He carefully runs his digits over your knuckles, rubbing the skin softly and slowly looking down at your hand before returning his gaze to you. 

“I love you.” He says this time and you blink because you had been so prepared for him to say anything else but that right now and yet it makes so much sense. It makes your cheeks feel even warmer, makes your chest tighten and the way he's looking you in the eyes right now lets you know he's not joking. He's serious as he's always been when it comes to love and affection and there's nothing in his eyes, in the way he's holding you, that tells you his words are anything but sincere. 

It means so much more because you know just how big your husband's heart is, knows that saying these kinds of things isn't something that many people got to know about and see when it came to him and you feel special. You feel like genuinely he couldn't care enough to look at anyone else like he's looking at you right now. 

He'd do anything for you, you've seen it enough and had many examples of such and you can only be grateful, grateful knowing that no other man could love you as honestly and wholeheartedly as Naruto did. 

You've always been seen differently from your other classmates, not as differently as your partner per se but enough so to be made fun of. To be avoided and ignored and seen as someone who didn't fit in which was the only reason you and him had managed to grow so close.

You remember all the times of going to his home just to keep him company when no one else dared to, or sparing with him even though you managed to have a better time at putting him on his ass then the other way around per usual, or even moments like…this one right now, where the two of you would run away in the middle of the night just to get away from everything and anything while spending the night under the millions of vast stars. 

You remembered moments like running through the fields together, or finding buried treasure, or even the first time you had came to his home, sniffling and sobbing because just like him you had nowhere else to go and Naruto, just like he had always done before, didn't waste any time welcoming you in, cooking you a little meal and even cleaning his bed just so the two of you could have somewhere nice and clean to rest. That night you had stayed up for at least an hour longer than he had just wondered why a beast being planted in him was enough for other kids and adults as well… to treat him like a monster who didn't have a heart as well. 

There had been many times when the two of you had gotten in trouble because of your righteous heart and never once had you ever regretted it. 

“You do?” You reply with a smile even though it's clear you just want to hear him say it and Naruto has played this game so many times now with you that the look of unimpress that runs over his features makes you snort. A giggle falling from your lips as he rolls his eyes and grows closer. 

“You know I do.” He replies and there's a tone of playfulness in his voice as well as a bit of annoyance because of course you'd play like that, acting as if you didn't know he'd give his very life if it meant saying your own and if neither one of you could be saved then Naruto was just as happy to die by your side. A mutual feeling you've come to understand. “Now, say it back..” he huffs lightly, lifting a brow as he awaits and you simply smile at him like the cheeky little thing you were. 

Even now, after all this time you were still going to make him force and beg you to admit such things? 

He waits for a second or two before the look of annoyance grows as he continues to wait. Just as he opens his mouth to respond with something like calling you an idiot or something along the lines, you burst out in a fit of giggles. 

He huffs and leans in, running his nose over your ticklish neck and you laugh more, your hands moving to his shoulders to hold him in close as he seems to take this time breathing in your scent. 

“I love you too!” You giggle, squeaking a little when he seems to take out some of his frustrations on you by lightly nipping your skin. 

“I love you so much Naruto!” You continue to laugh and as that seems to satisfy him he slowly pulls away but not fully without you reaching up to take hold of his cheeks now. Your hands are warm, soft and the second they take hold of him Naruto seems to let his eyes slowly shut as a hum comes from him. It's as if he's one big cat who craves nothing but love and attention and his face softens as you hold him with so much care. His face softens as you continue to hold him, carefully pulling him in. 

“I love you more than anyone else here could bother to know or understand.” You continue and this time as your laughs have dialed down the weight of your worlds seems to shake the both of you, making both of you know just how real this all was as laughter and music filled the air and a sense of carefree wonder filled the village and people like a spirit possessing them. 

If anyone has come to you all those years ago and told you that you'd be standing here today and this happy you probably would have scoffed and yet ever since Naruto first ran into you everything simply seemed to change. And not just one little thing or two but big things that you never thought you'd have the privilege of being freed from and you knew he felt the same but even so, even you didn't know just how in love Naruto was with you. Even with everything that the two of you shared, loved, and so on and so forth, Naruto just never felt like he was doing enough to let you know just how amazing you were or how happy he was for finding you even though he gave so much. 

“Enough to…share a kiss with me?” He asks softly now as he leans in close and closer until there seemed to only be a sliver of space between the two of you and even though you've been this close to him many times before something about it always seemed to make your heart race in your chest. His words hang in the air but not without the two of you looking at each as if you weren't in the middle of a festival but instead in the comforts of your home where only you and he seemed to exist. Even with the villagers being around nothing else seemed to matter but you, him and the space between your lips which was growing shorter and shorter. 

“Enough to share a kiss and the rest of my life with you and you know that.” You retorted with a little hum and Naruto gives a cheeky smile at that reply because there's nothing else he'd be happier hearing right now. The look on his face is like seeing a kid in the middle of a candy store and interestingly enough, you make the look with a matching grin of your own which he always loved seeing. 

“I do…” he chuckles before leaning even closer and now you can slightly feel his breath running over your own lips and it's getting harder and harder not to do exactly what you're thinking as you glance down at his lips before slowly returning your gaze back up to connect them with his eyes again. 

“I love knowing how much you love me.” He hums, his hands moving down to gently take hold of your hips before his thumbs move and rubbed soothing circles on your sides. “I love knowing that I'm enough for you and hopefully I'll stay as such.” He says with only a sweet tone that he's happy to have you hear coming from him. 

“Of course you're enough.” You huff now like a wife scolding her husband. Oh wait… “you've always been enough, always have been and always will be my love.” You retort and it's so loving and honest that you can swear for a moment that you feel the ground tremble beneath your feet as if the love between you two was enough to make the tectonic plates shift. He's always been enough and sure you didn't immediately pick up on it when you were younger but you had always been in love with him. 

There had been many times where the facts were in your face, from buying him snacks and meals to erratically searching for him when he'd have one of his heartfelt moments and ran away from home knowing that no one else would go looking for him. For a while it was because you said that everyone deserved such care but never had you wanted to care for someone else like you wanted to care for Naruto and it wasn't until the two of you had gotten older that the realization came smacking you in the face like the reality check that it was. 

You loved Naruto, always had and always would and you wanted, no… needed him to know that in every way possible. 

So of course you two had gotten married and you had to say that it was quite literally the best day of your life, the second being this one right now as you held each other in your arms as if the two of you worried the other would disappear if you didn't. 

A moment passes with you two embracing until Naruto speaks again, well… more so clear his throat as if waiting for something and for a second it felt like it slipped your mind up until your eyes connected again and before you knew it your cheeks were growing pink and hot again because you could tell he was impatient again and you'd be a liar if you tried to sit here and lie and say that your weren't. 

If anything you were just as eager, if not, more so to finally taste him, to finally feel his lips on your own right where they rightfully belonged. 

His touch is gentle, the way he leans in and finally closes the space between you two. His lips are just a little chapped but soft nonetheless and with a little hum you eagerly return the kiss, slowly moving your fingers to lace in his hair and they pressed together. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him and he was just as happy to feel her pressing against him, holding him, running her fingers and nails over his scalp until he was shivering against her. 

It was as though nothing else could possibly taste better to them but each other and after a moment or two they slowly pulled away, carefully as if had it not been for the lack of air then they wouldn't have even considered it. They would have continued to kiss and smooch until the sun came up but sadly that couldn't be, at least not now as you breathe in and out. 

It's the first kiss you've officially had with him since what seemed to be the marriage and as both of your eyes twinkle, there's a look of longing and before either one of you can stop yourselves, you dive back in, your hands in his hair and his on your waist as you kiss passionately under the colorful lights and carefree music. It feels normal, it feels right… it feels like home and you were sure that Naruto shared your passion when it came to the fact that neither one of you wanted to be without this or each other. 

Neither one of you wanted to be or feel alone like the two of you had been forced to feel while growing up, you wanted to help him grow and be the best chief he could ever be and Naruto wanted you to be by his side every waking and sleeping moment of said journey. He always wanted to be with you and the feeling wasutual because after everything you couldn't bear to imagine living your life without him to live it with you. 

You wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to hug and caress him and you wanted to do it until neither one of you could seem to control yourselves. You wanted him and he of course wanted you and just like he vowed to when you two had met at the altar that day, he always promised to love and protect you until death did you both part. 

And even then, even when the two of you took your final breaths on this plane he wished and begged the stars above that even in the afterlife you'd be together. 

Forever. 

#please commission me #writing commissions #i will write almost anythin #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #x reader #fanfic #fandom #naruto #naruto x reader #anime commissions #anime and manga #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #getting married #fluff #naruto fluff

[chaoticstupiddm]

Our one and only, dearest @persephoneed will get married in less than 72 hours!! I wish her all the best, because she deserves the best!!

#jess #getting married #aaaaaaah

[storywriter12]

My last chapter of my hilson book is up now to read on wattpad. It's been so fun writing about them! I love them both I might even do a few more books about them I don't know yet 🤷‍♀️ but thank you to everyone who is reading that book 😊❤️

#fanfic #wattpad #house md #Christmas book #gregory house #james wilson #getting married #Engaged #gay love #cute couple #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #hilson #house x wilson

[autisticlancemcclain]

I’ll Go Get A Ring (Let The Choir Bells Sing)

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Fluff, Marriage, Getting Together, 4.6k Words

Summary: After Keith proposes to Lance out of nowhere, they get hitched. It’s a bit of a mess, but it is adorable.

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Lance can’t really say he’s expecting Keith’s visit, but he also won’t lie and say he’s surprised. When Keith briefly knocks on his door just before midnight, after leaving this afternoon to “run a quick errand in Black, don’t wait up,” Lance doesn’t even get up to let him in — Keith’s handprint has been keyed into the door for so long that Lance has forgotten a time when it wasn’t. The knock is more of a greeting than a request for entry.

He doesn’t even get up as Keith takes three quick strides to where Lance is laying on his bed, he only shoves a bookmark in his novel and has just enough time to set it on his dresser before Keith flops on top of him, resting his chin on folded hands and staring at Lance’s freshly washed face.

“Hey,” Lance greets with a grin, brushing Keith’s bangs off his forehead.

Keith grins back at him, leaning into the touch. “Hey, Lance,” he says softly. Lance feels the rumble of Keith’s low voice vibrate through his chest. It makes him feel settled, calm. Cared for.

“Where’d you go?” Lance asks after a couple minutes of just enjoying the feeling of Keith’s weight on his body. It’s better than any weighted blanket, and Keith knows it.

God, Lance loves this man.

“Olkarion.”

“Mm. How come?”

Keith closes his eyes as Lance continues to card gentle fingers through his hair. It’s not a mullet, anymore — it’s too long for that. Keith hasn’t cut it since they came to space. The long braid it’s usually in won’t stop Lance’s teasing, though — he’d call Keith ‘Mullet’ if the man was bald. You don’t get to bury that hairstyle in the past.

“Just double checking something,” Keith says carefully. “D’you know Olkarion marriage certificates are recognised on almost every single known planet in the universe?”

Lance’s freezes briefly, but continues his steady motions through Keith’s hair.

Not surprised, but not expecting it.

It’s silent for a few moments. Not an uncomfortable silence, not even a hesitant one. Keith doesn’t look nervous or afraid. The only way he’s looking at Lance is lovingly. Reverently. Lance feels a lump in his throat.

“I’m not easy,” Lance warns eventually, voice shaking. “I need a lot of attention. There are days where I can’t get out of bed. I flail around in my sleep. I’m whiny, I don’t eat many different foods, and I don’t always liked to be touched. I’m a handful.”

Keith turns his head the next time Lance brings his hand back to brush through his bangs, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm.

“You think I don’t know all that already? Lance,” he leans his head into Lance’s cupped hand, and Lance strokes a soft thumb over his cheekbone. “I don’t need you to be easy. Or palatable, or healthy, or pretty — although you are — or normal. I just need you. I love you, sweetheart. I’m in love with you. I don’t want to be anything else.”

Lance can’t stop the tears clouding his eyes, and wouldn’t if he could, anyway. Keith has known him at his lowest, and loved him then. There’s no reason to hide.

“Besides, I’m not perfect either,” Keith adds. “I get angry too easily. I say mean things just to hurt people sometimes, even though I always regret it. I have a ridiculously minuscule amount of impulse control. I forget important dates and anniversaries — you’ll probably have to remind me every year, several times. I regularly forget to eat and shower. I’m just as much of a mess as you, nae salang. But I want you with me, Lance, always. I want us.”

“I want you too,” Lance chokes out. “All of you. Every part of you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Entirely and wholly, Keith. You’re my moon and my sun and my stars. You’re everything to me, amor. All I’ve ever wanted or needed.”

Keith plants his hands on either sides of Lance’s torso, heaving himself up. He hovers on top of Lance, grinning widely, and Lance giggles through his tears, because the position is just so ridiculous.

“There’s that smile,” Keith whispers, before he leans down and presses the world’s gentlest kiss to Lance’s lips.

Seriously. You’d think he’s made of porcelain, or something.

Lance wraps his arms around Keith’s neck and yanks him down, kissing him harder. Keith loses his balance, and collapses on top of him, making them both laugh. The kiss is messy, wet because Lance was just crying everywhere, and their teeth clank together every time they giggle, which is frequently.

But it’s the best kiss Lance has ever had, because it’s his first kiss with Keith, so it’s perfect.

Keith pulls away to press kisses all over Lance’s face; his eyebrows, his forehead, his cheekbones, his nose, his chin. He presses kisses to the side of Lance’s head, his neck, his collarbone — anywhere he can reach. He makes his way over to Lance’s left ear, pressing a kiss right under it before biting the lobe playfully.

“So is that a yes?” he asks.

Lance snorts, flicking him on the temple. Keith pouts, but allows it.

“Of course it’s a yes, you doofus. I said so yesterday, didn’t I?”

“Just checkin’,” Keith confirms, before pressing one last kiss to Lance’s cheek and sitting up. “Okay, you ready to go?”

Lance raises an eyebrow, although he's one hundred percent certain that he’ll follow Keith wherever he goes.

“Keith, it’s, like, one in the morning. My hair isn’t straightened and I’m wearing pajamas —”

“You look beautiful,” Keith insists, and Lance knows he means it. “Besides, I double-checked. There are, like, three hundred marriage offices on Olkarion, and at least half of them are open 24/7. Plus, we need to get rings on the way.”

Lance raises his eyebrow even higher, smirking. “I thought I said you had to get a ring before you asked again,” he teases.

Keith huffs, but he’s grinning. “Yeah, I know, but I figured you might want to pick them. I know you have a very particular taste in jewellery, and I didn’t want to accidentally pick something that might have a weird feeling or something.”

Lance’s teasing expression drops into something like shock, although he knows he shouldn’t be surprised by Keith’s thoughtfulness. As impulsive as he tends to be, he genuinely has everyone’s best interests at heart, and always has them ahead of his own. Lance can feel his chin start to tremble. Again.

God, this man is literally everything he’s ever wanted. Lance would wonder if Keith’s even real, but he knows he couldn’t come up with Keith no matter how hard he tried. It regularly blows his mind that even something so mighty as the universe was able to make someone who just… clicks with him, as well as he does. Lance can’t imagine what they’d be if not together.

“I love you,” Lance says again. “So much.”

Keith leans down and kisses him again, so softly, before pulling them both up from the bed and to Black’s hangar.

Once they’re settled in the cockpit (Lance in Keith’s lap, which would give Shiro, Allura, and Coran a hernia if they found out. They’re sticklers for safety, and this is not a safe position. It is fun, though. Also kind of sexy), Keith starts outlining his thoughts and plans to Lance.

“So, obviously, our final stop is Olkarion to get hitched. But we have to stop somewhere to get rings. There are a couple shops on Olkarion, but you deserve the best, so that’s not an option,” Keith says matter-of-factly, and Lance hides a smile.

“So what’s the plan, then, fearless leader?”

It’s Keith turn to smile, like he always does when Lance calls him that. Lance loves that particular smile, and so he says it as often as possible, no matter how much Pidge gags about it (which is an added bonus, honestly).

“You remember that time you got that weird Altean disease that made you break out in mumps and you were so embarrassed that you wouldn’t leave your room unless everyone left the castle first?”

Lance scowls at the memory, but nods. That stupid disease sucked. It was the worst. Call him a drama queen, but he thinks he was justified. He had a giant mump on his face, people. His gorgeous, beautiful face. Obviously he had to prevent people from seeing that.

“Well, on one of the times we were out of the castle I was screwing around in space, and I came across this planet, right? And I swear to God it was just like Niðavellir.” At Lance questioning glance, Keith hurries to explain the reference, cheeks a little pink. “The, uh, Dwarf realm. In Norse myth.”

Lance’s grin grows, and he can’t help a teasing comment: “Geek.”

Keith’s scowls, and his cheeks redden further, which is adorable. He flicks Lance’s nose and continues.

“Anyway. I ended up asking them if they wanted to join the Coalition, and they were pretty chill about it. One dude also said he’d trade me a favour if I let him check out my knife, and I figured that was a pretty good deal, so I agreed.”

Lance is a little surprised that Keith let some stranger touch his beloved knife, but then he remembers how often Keith geeks out to him about Magnus Chase and Percy Jackson and all that myth stuff, and the surprise fades.

Man, he really landed the cutest fiancé (soon to be husband!) in the universe. God.

“So, here’s the thing — they can make anything. Literally anything. And their planet is chock full of precious metals and jewels and stuff. They’re also inhumanly fast. Well, obviously, because they’re not human, but you get the idea. Also, they don’t really sleep? Olso said he only sleeps every few centuries, and he had a nap last century, so we should be good to trade that favour now, if you want. This way your ring can be anything you want, and I can match.”

Keith is looking at him so hopefully, and Lance all can hear is the blood rushing in his ears. He knows he says it all the time, but Keith is literally his favourite person. This is, no word of a lie, the sweetest, most thoughtful, kindest, most loving thing anyone has done for him. Ever.

He leans up, cupping Keith’s face in his hands, and kisses him soundly. For several minutes. Long enough, in fact, that Keith lets go of Black’s controls to wrap his arms around Lance’s waist and dip him, a little.

When Lance finally finds the strength to pull away slightly, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths (which, in literally any other situation, would be disgusting, but Lance is so happy right now that Keith could pour soup in his lap and his mood would be unchanged), several minutes have passed. Oops.

“I love you,” Lance repeats. He feels a bit like a broken record, but it’s the only sentiment he can think of that encompasses all he’s feeling right now.

Keith smiles. “Great!” he chirps, “I’ll message Olso quickly and then we can head over. Shouldn’t be more than a half hour ride.”

Unsurprisingly, they find a way to kill that time:

“— and it turns out Zeus had stripped Apollo of all his godly powers? Again? But this time he was pretty serious about it, and also he didn’t let Apollo stay hot —”

Lance sighs (okay, dreamily, he’ll admit it), looking up at Keith’s excited face and wildly gesturing arms. He’s about 10% focused on piloting Black (thank the universe for sentient lion autopilot) and 90% focused on meticulously detailing the entire storyline of Rick Riordan’s demigod universe. All two bazillion books — once the references started to drop, it was like the rest of them came spilling right out.

And Lance wants to hear every word of it. He’s completely enamoured with Keith — his legs are swinging and everything, like in the romcoms. He’s whipped. If he wasn’t so happy he’d be a little disgusted with himself.

Honestly, though, he’d challenge anyone to look at Keith’s passionate lecture about the demigod universe and not fall a little in love. C’mon, now. His eyes are just so bright. It’s so cute.

“— and I haven’t even covered what’s happening down in Brooklyn, seriously, if you think Apollo had it bad —”

Keith is cut off my Black’s sudden stop (which, honestly, is a little sad, but Lance reminds himself that he’s going to hear these rambles for the rest of his life and feels considerable better), and through the windshield a small, brown planet is visible.

“They live underground,” Keith explains, “‘cause there’s almost no ozone layer, and they need to breathe, so.”

“Got it.”

The land Black as close to one of the entrances to the city as they can, holding hands as they excitedly bound down the stairs to a huge metal door — it looks like the entrance to a giant safe in those old-timey cartoons.

As soon as they get close, the gears on the door start turning rapidly, and in seconds the door whips open to reveal a short, hairy alien with biceps the size of Hunk’s head.

“Keith!” greets the alien jovially. Hearing him speak is slightly disorienting, because his moustache and beard are so big that they mask any movement of his mouth.

“Hey, Olso,” Keith responds casually, but his smile gives away how excited he is. “This is my fiancé, Lance.”

The alien grins (at least Lance thinks he does — his moustache twitches upwards, like Coran’s does when he’s about to make a horribly painful dad joke that only Shiro finds in any way funny). “So this is the Lance I’ve heard so much about, eh? The one who shines brighter than any sun and whose smile brings you to levels of joy you found previously unimaginable? He’s certainly as handsome as you’ve described,” Olso says, winking at the couple.

Keith goes a bright cherry red, and Lance joins him, butterflies outdoing Simone Biles with all the flips they’re doing in his stomach.

Holy smokes. Is this how Keith talks about him to other people?

Olso laughs heartily at their faces, ushering them in. He turns around as soon as they cross the doorway, turning a giant wheel to shut the massive door. “Ah, young love,” he says with a sigh. “I remember when I first wed my partner, friends. I was just as besotted as Keith, and talked about them to anyone who would listen. They blushed just as much as you did, Lance, when they found out  —  what a lovely sight!” Olso sighs just as dreamily as Lance did earlier, which makes him smile. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard Keith talk about you already. He’d hardly spoken three words to me before he mentioned you, and then you were his favourite subject to discuss. I was overjoyed to hear he’d finally mustered the nerve to ask for your hand.”

Lance squeezes Keith’s hand, a little overwhelmed an a lot flattered. “Really?” he whispers.

Keith smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I kind of love you, in case you didn’t notice.”

Lance snorts, and presses a quick kiss to Keith’s still red cheek. “I don’t think I could avoid noticing, dork, even if I was the densest person to ever exist. Apparently you can’t talk to someone without talking about me.”

Keith shrugs, not denying it, and Lance grins. He swings their hands back and forth as they follow Olso to his workshop.

Lance’s jaw drops as they enter, and he’s completely speechless. First of all, the whole thing is built in some sort of sapphire cave, which is probably one of the coolest, most badass and hardcore places to build a workshop. Aside from that, wonderfully beautiful and intricate pieces of artwork are strewn about the whole place. Several dozen delicate necklaces, crowns, thrones, even. It’s wild.

“Amazing, isn’t it,” Keith comments. 

Amazing does not begin to cover it.

“And everything was built in under a day,” Olso brags, which Lance feels is pretty justified. If he built even one of these things, he’d probably never shut up about it. “But Keith has told me your rings are a matter of urgency, and I owe the good man a favour, so I’ll have your rings completed in a few minutes. Do you have your designs ready?”

Keith turns to Lance, expectant. “You can design mine too, if you’d like,” he says. “You’ve got a good eye for that stuff.”

In a millisecond, Lance as transported back to his five-year-old self, small and endlessly curious on his mother’s lap.

“Why don’t you have a diamond on your ring like Eli’s mama?” he’d questioned.

She’d smiled at him, eyes far away as she ruffled his hair. As if recalling distant memories. “I asked papá to marry me. The rings with the diamonds are usually for the people who are asked, not who do the asking.”

“So why doesn’t papá have a diamond? Why doesn’t he even have a golden ring? His ring is blue!”

His mother had laughed loudly, pressing a kiss to his head.

“Yes, mijo, that is because papá is in the shop all day. If he had a ring with a diamond on it, he wouldn’t be able to wear it to work, which would make him sad. And I got him a blue ring because blue is his favourite colour,” she said simply.

Lance thinks of how he’s never, not even once, seen his parents take off their rings. How they smile every time they see them. He thinks about how often he and Keith are doing a job that is dangerous, a job where they need their hands. He thinks that he doesn’t need a giant diamond to know how much Keith loves him.

“Just two gold bands,” he says softly.

Keith smiles at him, just as soft, not doubting his decision for a second.

“Coming right up,” Olso says quietly, sensing the mood in the room.

As promised, a few minutes later, Olso has finished the rings. He gives both to Lance, who cradles them gently in one hand (he has to keep one hand free to hold onto Keith, obviously).

“They feel okay?” Keith asks, and Lance nods, too emotional to say anything.

“Thank you, Olso,” Keith says for them. “We’d stay longer, but…”

“I believe you have a wedding to attend,” Olso finishes, eyes twinkling. “I’ll let you fellows out.”

Lance lets Keith guide him out, unable to stop himself from stroking the rings continuously. He hasn’t even put his on yet, but he already loves it. A physical symbol of their love.

Once they’re back in Black, Keith wraps his solid arms around him, holding Lance tightly. Lance buries his face in Keith’s neck, taking a moment. As happy as he is, he’s a little overwhelmed, and he’s grateful Keith knows him well enough to give him a break.

Lance pulls away after several minutes, pressing a lingering kiss to Keith’s jaw. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Keith shakes his head, grabbing both of Lance’s hands and squeezing. “Don’t thank me for being decent, baby. You deserve the world.”

Lance squeezes Keith’s hands, smiles at him, and tugs him towards the piloting chair.

“I dunno about you, but I’m kind of ready to be your husband,” Lance says, changing the subject with absolutely zero subtlety.

Keith laughs, head thrown back. “Yeah, me too,” he says, sitting down and pulling Lance back into his lap. “Let’s go tie the knot.”

By the time they get to Olkarion (it took… longer than it should have. But Lance is a little engagement-giddy, and he has spent the last who-knows-how-many-hours on Keith’s lap, so sue him for getting a little handsy), it must be something like 4:30 in the morning, and both of their lips are kiss-swollen and red. Lance’s hair is a curly mess, and Keith’s hair has been tugged on so many times his scalp has to hurt.

It’s perfect.

They stumble into the first marriage office they see, so giggly they almost look drunk. Luckily, the officiant appears to be amused, congratulating them on their engagement before having them sign their papers.

Keith signs first, and Lance slides into the bench next to him, not even hesitating before signing his name as ‘Leandro Agustín Nuñez Carmen Esposita-Kogane’. Keith sucks in a sharp breath, looking at Lance with carefully guarded eyes.

“‘Kogane’?” he asks, hushed. “You sure?”

Lance smiles at his (basically, at this point, c’mon) husband, soft and loving. “When I left Earth, there were something like 76 McClains,” he starts. “When we get back, there’ll be at least eight more. I want to be a Kogane, my love. I want to carry on your family’s name every time I introduce myself. Someday, I want to tell our children about their grandfather, whose name they share, and about his heroic deeds on Earth and in raising a wonderful, feral, half-alien desert menace.” Keith chuckles, tears streaming down his face. Lance brushes them away, pressing his love through their skin. “Plus,” Lance adds with a wink, “I think Lance Kogane sounds pretty cool. All menacing and stuff. Mr. and Mr. Kogane, the butt-kicking ninja leaders of Voltron! Watch out! Pew pew pew!”

As he hoped, this makes Keith laugh, tears fading away. Lance finishes his signature with a heart (because he’s sappy and he can), and the officiant beckons them to an altar.

“Do you have personal vows, or would you prefer to repeat the standard words we have prepared?”

“I have my own vows,” Keith says confidently. Lance agrees. He has nothing prepared, but he doesn’t need any. He knows how he feels about Keith. He’ll never need to practice telling people about how much he loves his husband.

“Lance,” Keith starts, holding their hands together and beaming at him. “You’re my everything. You’re my control, you’re my calm, you’re my excitement. You’re everything I look forward to see in the morning and everything I’m grateful to have seen at night. I told you before, sweetheart, and I’ll tell you until I die and even after: you light up my life, baby. Everything you are makes me better.”

Lance doesn’t even pretend the words don’t make him bawl like a baby. Keith is smiling so hard his eyes are crinkling, which always makes Lance feel all crackly and delighted.

“I lo—” Lance sniffles, interrupting himself, trying to get the tears under control. He fans his face, breathing deeply. “Okay. Whew. Okay. I’m good.” Keith looks so encouraging, and Lord above, Lance loves this man.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted,” Lance confesses. “I’ve read books, I’ve seen movies, I’ve heard my sisters talk about boys since I was a kid. I have pretty high standards, you know.”

Keith snorts, tightening his grip. “Am I getting replaced by a Jane Austen character?” he teases.

“That’s the thing! You’ve completely redefined love for me. I dunno if you remember, but I was telling you about an episode of a romance-drama I love — I quoted one of the romantic lines in the series: ‘You’re the bane of my existence and the object of my every desire’. I was all swoony about it. But you scoffed, rolled your eyes. You looked me in the face and said to me, completely seriously: ‘Anyone who genuinely believes you’re the bane of their existence doesn’t deserve you. You’re too good for someone who doesn’t love your whole self’. And it was a throwaway comment, for you, you barely even blinked but — that’s when I knew, Keith. That’s when I knew I loved you with my heart and soul and mind and I will love you for as long as my soul exists. You are my universe, my love, and I can’t wait to hold you for the rest of our days and beyond.”

Lance is no longer the only one bawling. Even the officiant is a little teary. He has them repeat a few more sentences as they put their rings on each other, and just like that, they’re married. Wed! Keith doesn’t hesitate even a second before pulling Lance into a searing kiss, dipping him down and licking into his mouth. The officiant clears his throat and Keith pulls him back up, smirking.

“Hey, husband.”

“Hello yourself, husband.”

They stand there, grinning like fools, until the officiant hands them two copies of their wedding certificate and shoos them away. They sprint out of the office, laughing the whole way, until Keith makes a sudden stop and Lance almost gets his arm pulled out of his socket.

“What?“ he asks, peering over his husband’s (!!!) shoulder. He sees a little booth with a red curtain covering the entrance, and he immediately picks up Keith’s train of thought. The crowd into the tiny photobooth — it’s not really made for two people, they have to squish right together — and feed the little machine as many GAC as it will take.

They take dozens of photos, some grinning and goofy, some silly poses, and several genuine photos where they’re smiling softly at each other. Lance’s favourite is the one where he told a dorky little joke that he doesn’t even remember and Keith’s whole face his scrunched in laughter, leaning on Lance, as Lance stares at him in what almost looks like awe.

Once they’re out of GAC, with pockets so full of pictures they’re bulging, they meander back to wear Black is parked, stopping every three seconds to kiss or laugh or dance or just beam at each other. There’s always been something magic about staying up late with someone you love, but tonight it’s magnified by maybe a million, and Lance never wants the night to end.

Eventually, though, they start to tire themselves out, and by the time they make it into the cockpit they can barely keep their eyes open. They set the course for the castle, heads pressed together and fingers intertwined. Lance can’t stop smiling at their rings.

They stumble back into the castle, giggling and whispering through the halls like they’re teenagers at a sleepover rather than two grown adults, shushing each other when they laugh loudly enough that they might wake the rest of the team.

The crash into Lance’s bed, giddy and possibly a little drunk on love.

“We’re married,” Lance whispers, awed, holding his hand up to admire the ring. “We’re husbands.”

“We are,” Keith agrees, just as soft and reverent. He has a heavy arm around Lance’s waist, legs tangled together, lips pressing constant kisses to the back of Lance’s neck. Lance squirms around, shifting so he’s facing Keith. His husband.

“I love you,” he says seriously. “And I’m glad you asked me to marry you, even if it was a little out of nowhere and you forgot to date me first.”

Keith huffs, but there’s no bite to it. He presses his lips to Lance’s forehead, tightening his arms.

“It wasn’t that impulsive,” he mumbles. “I’d been thinking about it for days.”

“And the dating part?”

“…Yeah, okay, I forgot that one. I just… I love you, y’know? Dating is to get to know someone, to fall in love with them. I’ve been falling in love for you since you flew us through a wormhole. I just didn’t realise.”

“Fair,” Lance breathes, eyes drifting shut. They really kind of have been dating, even if they weren’t official about it. He goes to Keith for everything — every thought, every worry, every idea. Keith is his person. He can’t remember the last time he went a day without talking to Keith at least once. Hell, he can’t remember the last time he slept by himself.

“I love you,” Keith whispers, half asleep.

“Love you too,” Lance responds, and he’s smiling as sleep overcomes him.

After all — tomorrow, he’ll wake up to his husband. And if that isn’t a great reason to sleep, well. He doesn’t know what is.

part one

#THE SAPPIEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN #i know i say that a lot but i truly outdid myself holy shit #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #married klance #getting married #getting together #hehe #love confessions #sap #fluff #schmoop #holy shit this will give u cavities #also!! this has no swearing in it im in awe of myself #my writing #fic #longpost

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"Getting Married"

Perla La Loca (2007)

Jaime Hernandez

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I found you pretty. Wanna get married?

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