#wedding fluff

[w-m-heart]

Flufftober Day 7: Forever Sounds Perfect

Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Moon Knight Boys (Steven, Marc & Jake) x Reader Word Count: 1472 words Summary: You and your darlings go to a wedding, and suddenly all that happiness is exactly what you want for your future with them. In that happiness, you can't help but...pop the question. 

A/N: The reader in this might skew slightly more feminine because I essentially wrote it around the outfit, but no pronouns are used, so it's still gender-neutral

“You look gorgeous,” Steven murmured. 

You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, watching you with a soft look of adoration that made your heart skip. 

He was right though. You looked stunning. You were wearing a mulberry chiffon pantsuit that made you feel like a powerful boss. You’d brought a shawl for the day if it ever got too cool, but Jake had convinced you to keep it off. It was a good decision. Between the halter neck and sleeveless design, and the earrings, you felt unstoppable. Gorgeous too.

You held out your hand to him. “You look pretty breathtaking yourself,” you said with a soft smile. 

They truly did. Jake had chosen their suit, and every time you saw them in it was like the air had been sucked from your lungs. The jacket was a soft blue that made you want to run your hands all over it and the shirt beneath flowed over them like a second skin. Steven had made sure the suit was perfectly tailored to their build, and you’d thoroughly thanked him for it. 

Everything from their pants—which curved deliciously over their fine ass—to the tie Marc had long since loosened, fit them like a gorgeous glove. Half of you wanted to rip it off and just devour them, while the other half wanted to just stare at them for eternity. 

“You think?” Marc fidgeted with their tie beneath your gaze, loosening the knot further. Every second of this “monkey suit” business was making his skin crawl, and the fact that he was still here made your heart melt. 

You tugged him closer, winding your fingers together, until he stood between your legs. You tipped your head back and smiled at them. Reaching up with your other hand, you loosened the tie until it hung around their neck like an odd scarf. Then you took their other hand in yours and took a second to just adore them.

“I think it is taking everything in me to not tear that suit off you and show you just how much I like it.”

The tension disappeared from his shoulders and a spark of mischief entered his eyes as he smirked. “Oh yeah?” Jake drawled. 

He dropped one of your hands and trailed his fingers along your jaw, tipping your head back. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip and his eyes darkened as your tongue flicked out. “And how do you plan on doing that, mi sol?”

Your own smile turned wicked.

Jake’s grip on your chin loosened as Steven fronted. “Not here, love,” he murmured with a fond and exasperated chuckle, even as his eyes never left your mouth. “We’ll get kicked out.”

Worth it, Jake mouthed and you grinned as you twisted in his grip to press a kiss to his palm. 

But still you pulled back. Steven was right. You were at the wedding of one of your work friends, and she would never forgive you if you disappeared for a quickie on her porch swing. The ceremony itself might have been over, but seeing as the reception was being held in the barn only a few metres away—well, her murdering you would spoil the evening.  

With a quiet laugh you pulled your darlings onto the swing next to you. They wrapped their arm around your shoulders and you curled into their side. The sun was setting and you could see why this farmstead had been chosen as the wedding venue. The day had been the perfect blend of summer and fall, but the sunset was sublime. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees and lit the entire world in a golden glow.

“...the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Marc murmured, and you looked up to see him gazing down at you. 

He wasn’t talking about the sunset.

You blushed hard at the love in his eyes and his words. You buried your face into his shirt so the sight wouldn’t kill you immediately. 

Their fingers curled beneath your chin again, pulling your face up. You swallowed thickly at the adoration in Steven’s eyes. His breath caught as he looked down at you and you felt yourself falling in love all over again. 

The four of you had been dating for almost two years now, and not a day went by where you didn’t thank your stars. Not one, not two, but three gorgeous men loved and adored you for who you were. All your good sides and bad sides—even the worst ones you usually kept hidden. 

The four of you had grown so much in the time that you’d known each other, and your heart skipped to remember how you’d met and fallen in love with each and every one of them. They were your darlings, and you adored them more than anything else in the world. 

“How’d you get to be so stunning, love?” Steven whispered, eyes wide as he drank you in. “And how’d we get so lucky?” 

“We must’a done something great in our last life,” Jake muttered. His thumb made a pass over your cheek that made you shiver. 

Your cheeks hurt with how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t help it when they were saying stuff like that. Frankly you were the lucky one to have them, even if they’d never agree with you. 

Instead of passing out from happiness like you half wanted to, you cupped their cheek. “Thank you, darlings.” 

The love of all three of them crinkled the corners of their eyes as they smiled at you and dipped their head to meet you in the middle. It was a soft kiss, full of everything you didn’t need to say. It was a declaration of adoration and a promise of forever. Your heart skipped a beat and you leaned forward, fingers slipping into their hair.

Cheers broke you apart with matching gasps. You all looked over to the barn where you could see the bride and groom doing shots. You chuckled and dropped your head onto your darling’s shoulder. Their arm curled around your waist and they pressed another kiss to the crown of your head as you watched the wedding party getting more raucous with every shot.

After a quiet moment, a thought came to your mind and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself otherwise. “Do you think that could ever be us?” Your boys froze beside you and you hurried on before you lost your nerve. “You know, married.” 

You didn’t know what made you ask it, but now that you had, it was all you could think about. The four of you, bound together for all of eternity. A ring on your finger, a matching band on theirs. Walking down that aisle to where they waited for you. Suddenly that was all you could possibly want. You, them. Forever. 

“Which one of us are you talking to?” Jake asked, his voice low and tight.

You looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed. “All of you.” 

Did they really think you would choose between them? How could you? How could anyone?

They swallowed thickly, eyes darting over your face like they were searching for a lie. You pressed a hand over their heart and insisted, “All of you. I can’t have one of you without the others.” You licked your lips, suddenly desperate to get them to believe you. “There isn’t a part of your system that I don’t completely adore. I love all of you and I want forever, for all of us.” You swallowed, suddenly terrified their hesitation was a ‘no’. “If you want that too, that is.” 

They made a strangled noise and surged forward to slam their lips against yours.

This time the kiss was rough, desperate, like they couldn’t get enough of you. Their hands cupped your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. They devoured you like it was the first and last time rolled into one. And you reciprocated with every atom of your being. 

Eventually they pulled back, resting their forehead against yours as you all gasped for air. Both your chests heaved as they cupped your cheeks and you gripped their lapels.

“Forever,” Marc gasped, pressing closer. “Yes. Yes.”  

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as your heart thumped in your throat. “Yeah?”

Steven closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek as he nodded frantically. “Forever. All of us. Yes, love.”

Jake swallowed as he fronted, clutching you closer. “We’re going to need a better proposal than that, amor,” he said gruffly and you laughed, your own eyes overflowing with tears. Then he broke into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. “But forever does sound perfect.”

And from that moment, forever would always remind you of sunsets and porch swings. 

Thank you to @flufftober for the prompts! 💜

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[missmielyhoran]

Bachelorette party

in which you and Harry meet at your friend's Bachelorette party sleepover...

[Warning- Tooth rooting fluff, wedding, alcohol and cringe tbh I was feeling lonely]

Everyone was ready, clad in their matching silky pajamas. It was very uncommon to celebrate a Bachelorette party as a sleepover but everyone who knew Fiona knew that it wasn't.

Fiona was our bride-to-be marrying her long-term girlfriend Jade. Even though both of them had polar opposite personalities considering Jade was out getting drunk at a bar with their friends and Fiona insisted on staying home and having a sleepover they worked together well. Like they say opposite attracts.

You were in the kitchen making popcorn for movie nights while the rest of the girls, Avery, Emily and Sophie along with our bride-to-be were sitting in the living room fighting over which movie to watch.

The doorbell rang which confused you cause all of your friends were there. You heard chattering along with laughs and then a deep voice. A man was standing in Fiona's living room with his back to you, with curly hair, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and tall height wearing matching PJs as all of you.

"Y/N come here" Fiona ran towards you and took the bowl out of your hands placing them down on the table. She gave you a smirk and then pulled you towards the man.

"Y/N this is Harry my cousin and Harry this is Y/N my bridesmaid and best friend" she introduced you two. You looked up at the towering man who had a charming smile on his face showing a dimple on his left cheek. He was pretty so pretty you didn't realize he had his hand extended to shake. It wasn't until Fiona nudged you that you saw his hand and shook it. Your face was beet red while he just chuckled.

*****

Harry had never felt like this before, he doesn't know if it was the wine or the overall happy, lovey-dovey mood of the wedding but he can't seem to take his eyes off the pretty girl.

When Fiona asked him to join her Bachelorette party he thought she meant going to a party or something but knowing her a sleepover seemed more like it.

All of the girls were asleep except you and Fiona who was an inch away from drifting away. They were watching some random romcom on Netflix trying to marathon through them but most fell asleep before the first one ended.

"Bit of a cliché movie don't you think?" Harry leaned down a bit so he could whisper to not wake others. You smelled like cinnamon (maybe cause you ate a donut before this). Chills ran down your spine hearing his deep voice this close.

"I- um yeah a bit but I kind of like it?" You said but it came out more as a question. You pulled the blanket up trying to hide from the embarrassment. Why couldn't you just talk to a cute guy like normal?

"Really?" Harry hummed, "How so?" He asked genuinely curious about you. He wanted to know everything from why you liked cliché movies to what was your favorite colour.

You looked up finding his green eyes on yours, you immediately look away and start fiddling with your pajama bottoms.

"Well, it's just cute you know the fighting, the over-the-top love confession in the end by the main character" You chuckled, "or maybe it's just cause I never had those clichés so I find comfort in movies" You speak before thinking. You realized what you just said and you bit your tongue.

"Forget I said anything. I tend to talk a lot when I'm nervous" you closed your eyes and shook your head.

Harry on the other hand was very amused. He found you so cute the way your cheeks and nose went red when you got embarrassed and the way you scrunched your nose and the way your hair was falling perfectly on side of your face making you look like an angel in the tv lit room.

"Why are you nervous huh?" Harry asked fully turning his attention to you. "Am I scary?" He mused.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "No no...Oh my god no quite the opposite I think you're very cute. I just don't know how to talk-" You cut yourself off by slapping your hands to your mouth. You fell on the sofa and groaned while Harry was having time of his life laughing.

"You find me cute huh?" He nudged you with his shoulder. While you just closed your eyes and laughed. "Go away" You fake whined.

"I don't think so Miss Y/N" He scooted a bit more toward her. She looked up finding him smirking down at her. "I think you're very cute too" he said flicking your nose. He smile when he saw you scrunch them adorably again.

You were blushing like crazy, the butterflies in your stomach were creating a storm and you felt dizzy. Oh god, you were fucked.

"Now what would I have to do for a cute girl to cuddle me while we finish this cliché movie she loves?" Harry asks tucking the hair behind her ear and feeling the smooth skin of her cheek against his fingertips.

You were sure your cheeks were burning at this point. "Just keep her warm" You giggle lightly and scooted closer, Harry draped his arm around your shoulder and you tucked your head against his chest.

*****

The wedding was beautiful. It was held in a vineyard, the altar was under a big flower tree, petals falling down as the brides held hands saying their vows it was amazing.

But the only thing Harry cared about was you in the blue bridesmaid dress matching the blue shirt Fiona made him wear so he would be the unofficial bridesmaid. Your hair was in a loose low bun with pieces falling on your face.

Now, the same beautiful girl was in his arms dancing with him to a beautiful slow song.

"You look beautiful" Harry said looking down at you his hand on your waist gripping your dress to make anything feel like the moment was real.

"You have told me this like fifty times already" You laughed and shook your head.

"Well you do" He shrugged, his eyes flicking between yours as he collected the courage to ask what he wanted.

"Wha-" "Will you go on a date with me?" He asked closing his eyes as if that would stop you from rejecting him but when you didn't reply for long he opened his left one to peek.

You were looking at him shocked. "I- um- okay- yeah" You stumbled over your words. Harry laughed in relief and so did you. He rested his forehead on yours and you resumed dancing.

"You owe me 50" Fiona elbowed her wife reminding her of the bet she won. Jade rolled their eyes and breathed out a fine. They watched as the couple danced in the middle of the dance floor with their foreheads resting on each other laughing.

That wedding became the start of two new love stories.

*****

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[ladderofyears]

Downpour.

Draco shivered, drenched after the sudden downpour which had taken everyone by surprise. “So much for our perfect wedding,” he grumbled, watching dark clouds race across the sky.

“I don’t know,” Harry answered, his matching robes saturated and clinging to his body. “Married you, didn’t I? Seems perfect to me.”

~

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

(Yep, I posted the wrong one yesterday, I am a dolt)

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you

This is for the @sambuckylibrary’s SamBucky Valentine’s Day Bingo 2024 event. It’s the final of three short fics that will be based on Beyoncé songs that will be tied together in sort of a loose alternate version of CATWS. Enjoy! 🥰

I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 1.5K |

Summary: Sam finally makes it to his sister's wedding and finds Bucky at the reception.

Excerpt:

“Did I ever tell you how stunning you were in that outfit of yours?” “You should see it with the wings out,” said Sam as he wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky’s eyes widened. “You use wings?” asked Bucky. “I was the Falcon before I took over as Captain America,” said Sam coolly with a little shrug, “Maybe you’ll get to see them at some point.” “I wouldn’t be opposed,” hummed Bucky as he stared deep into Sam’s eyes, “I’m just happy to be here.” Sam couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I’m happy you were able to make it too,” whispered Sam as he laced his fingers with Bucky’s, “I’m happy I was so hot that I broke your programming.” Bucky. Blushed so badly, Sam was sure he could melt diamonds on Bucky’s face. “It – I mean. Okay, so yes, your beauty did pierce through the veil and give me my freewill back,” mumbled Bucky to the floor, “I can admit that.”

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[kikidoesfanfic]

Kiss it better

KikiDoesFanfic on ao3

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: M No Archive Warnings Apply Words: 11,081 Chapters: 6/6 On Ao3

Summary:

Five times Wei Wuxian asked Lan Wangji to kiss it better, and one time Lan Wangji asked Wei Wuxian.

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It's not long after Lan Zhan's mother is gone; he's in Yiling with his uncle and his older brother to pick up some specific teas on their way to a conference in Yunmeng.

He's opted to stay outside, he doesn't want to stay in the crowded shop waiting for his uncle to discuss and sample all of the new teas while he speaks with the shop keepers. He wants to go home, he wants to see his mother.

He stands by the side of the building, out of the way of the door, the clusters of people shuffling through seemed unnapealing as he waits. After a while he hears a small shriek followed by a drumming of footsteps coming towards him from around the corner. After a moments deliberation he moves to the side to look for the source, they sounded scared after all, before immediately backing up again when a dark blur hurtles towards him. They continue past and throw themself under an empty stall a few meters away, small hand scrabbling out from under the wooden table top until it finds the edge of the cloth cover and pulls it snugly down.

Lan Zhan approaches the stall and waits a moment, but no further movement comes. He slowly lifts the edge of the cloth and finds... a boy, smaller than he is, much skinnier, and covered in filth from his face, to his clothes, to his bare feet, his parents will surely be upset with him later at bathing time. Big grey eyes blink at him for a moment before he's yanked under the stall with a yelp from the boy.

"Gege they will find you, quick!" The boy settles the cloth down again, and Lan Zhan notices blood on his arm as he moves. It's out of sight quickly when he turns away to place his ear to the cloth a moment before seeming satisfied, turning to Lan Zhan with a large grin.

"Look how much I got this time gege!" He picks up two lumps from the ground that Lan Zhan had assumed were rubbish. On closer inspection, one and a half dirt encrusted bao sit in his outstretched palms, he looks so proud of himself that Lan Zhan can't find the will to scold him for keeping food on the floor.

He realises the boy is waiting for a response, smile faltering slightly in the long silence, so he dips his head in aknowledgement with an 'mn'. This whole meeting is abrupt, Lan Zhan is still trying to find his bearings. Though the boy is speaking easily, as if picking up an earlier conversation, as if they are already friends.

"Would you like some gege?" Lan Zhan is perhaps too quick to shake his head in response, the prospect of eating dirt easy to reject, but the boy looks a bit sad at his refusal and he doesn't want him to be sad.

"A small piece." He concedes, and the boy lights up again, tearing open the full bao and examining it closely, pulling from the clean inside to offer to Lan Zhan.

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[pickledpascal]

Lover

Chapter Three: Invisible String

Warnings: Innuendos, lots and lots of pre-wedding nerves, sexual situations (kinda)

Word Count: 5.2k

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Avery and Jensen's wedding day. 

She had a floaty feeling inside her when she woke up. Earlier than usual. Last night, it was hard for her to go to sleep. She was way too excited. Anxious, even. Avery glanced at the man by her side and smiled. Jensen was happily asleep, snoring every now and then. 

As planned, Avery would go over to the cabin where Elena and her boyfriend stayed to get ready with the other bridesmaids. Before that, Avery wrote down a little note on the paper provided by the venue for when Jensen woke up. She knew he'd want to see her one last time before he was busy with the groomsmen so she thought she'd leave him a little something to show her remorse. But also happiness. They were going to get married. And Avery couldn't be more ecstatic. 

When Jensen did wake, he frowned when he felt Avery's side of the bed was cold. He pushed a hand through his hair to get it out of his face when he noticed the note on the nightstand.

Good morning, mon amour

Jensen’s eyebrows furrowed. Avery knew French? He learned something new about her every day. He loved it. 

Today's the day we're bound together by law. But I think we were always bound together by fate. I feel as if I always should have known you. Or maybe we simply met at the right time, right place. You certainly are the right person.

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. Wedding traditions and all that shit about bride not seeing groom on the morning before the wedding or else bad luck !! But I promise, when you do see me, you won't even know why you were upset about it in the first place. 

Have a little fun in Misha’s cabin. Or whatever you do with your friends. 

Love you,

Avery <3

Jensen let out a small laugh. He quickly put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. He and the groomsmen planned to get ready in Misha's cabin which he shared with Rob and Rich. They were also going to order breakfast before he got there so they could have it ready. He grabbed some sneakers and slipped them on to make his way over. 

Misha’s cabin wasn't too far away but it made for a nice walk. Jensen looked at the trees surrounding him on the trail. Morning sunlight peeked through tall leaves and branches. The mountains were beautiful. Jensen took a deep breath of the crisp air. He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his lips. The day was already perfect. And he knew it was just going to get more perfect from there. 

“Someone's already glowing,” Misha commented as he answered the door. “Did y'all have a quickie last night or something?” He teased.

Jensen gave Misha an unimpressed look as he entered, being hit with the smell of freshly made bacon and eggs benedict. “I wish. But no.” He grabbed a plate and hummed once he started to dig in at the table. 

Rob and Rich already sat there, an empty plate in front of both of them. “You have to give us something. What's Avery like in bed?” Rich asked with a wave of his fork. 

Jensen shook his head with a laugh as Misha sat at the table as well. Rich’s inquiry was harmless. Mercer was by the kitchen counters, sipping coffee as he tried to will away his ability to hear. If he projected his thoughts louder, maybe he would be so distracted that his brain wouldn't be able to comprehend what he was hearing. 

Rich awaited his answer. “She's… good. I'll give you that.” Jensen relented.

“That much is easy to tell.” Misha commented with a chuckle. 

“Oh, c'mon, you can give us more than that. You trust us, don't you?” Rich pressed with a teasing frown while Rob snickered next to him. 

Jensen let out a breath and stared at his friends, a disappointed look in his eyes. “You really think I'm gonna explain to you how my wife dicks me down?” After the words left his mouth, he realized what he had done.

Rob pumped a fist in the air. “Yes!” He laughed as Rich reluctantly handed him a fifty-dollar bill.

“I can't believe this.” Rich sighed. 

Jensen looked between Rob and Rich before he glanced at Misha. “They had a bet going on.” He explained with a shrug. He already knew the dynamic of Jensen and Avery's sexual relationship. However, the way he found out was not by choice. 

The groom finished his meal and let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. The ceremony wasn't for another few hours but nervousness started to bubble in his chest. Jensen didn't want to be late. If there was such a thing as being late on his wedding day. “Where's Josh?” He asked as he set his plate in the sink. Jensen felt like he needed his brother, just to have some familial support. His parents were likely on a hike so he wouldn't know where to find them.

“Taking a hike with your parents,” Misha answered. Shit. Jensen let out a shaky breath. “Hey, c'mere,” Misha guided Jensen into his room. Their suits hung up in the corner of the room on a rolling stand. “What's up?” 

Jensen sat at the end of the bed and buried his head in his hands. “I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so in love with Avery but it's like it just hit me that I'm going to marry her. I'm… afraid.” He shook his head, lips forming into a thin line. He was a mess. He knew it. Why did Avery choose to marry him again? 

Misha sat next to him, rubbing his back. “You don't want to mess up. That's understandable, Jay. But I don't think Avery or you are gonna fall out of love anytime soon.” He soothed softly. Seeing Jensen like this hurt him. The man was usually very confident and collected. He knew what to do all the time. It was strange to see Jensen not know what to do. 

Jensen let out a deep breath. Misha was right. The anxiety was just eating away at him. In reality, there was nothing to worry about. “Okay,” He drew in breath. His heartbeat was starting to calm. “Okay.” 

After his mini-breakdown, Jensen decided to get ready. Avery had specifically packed Jensen a bag of products she knew he liked. His favorite cologne, hair product, a few face masks, a tube of mascara—it was the only makeup product he knew how to properly use—and a single blush palette that came with a brush. 

As an extra way to calm himself down, Jensen did the facemask first. It said ‘relaxing’ on the label and he sure needed some of that. It felt a little weird on his beard but he ignored it. The rest of his skin started to tingle, signifying it was working the way it was supposed to. 

Mercer let out a small laugh when Jensen made his way out of Misha's room to grab something to snack on. “Finally opened up Avery's bag, huh?” He asked with a smile at the edge of his mug. He switched his coffee in for tea. 

“Yeah,” Jensen murmured shyly, popping a handful of trail mix in his mouth. The saltiness paired with sweetness was exactly what he needed. Avery packing Jensen a bag of self-care essentials started to become a thing after he got his apartment in Columbia and he had to leave for his first convention she couldn't attend with him. “Even when she's not here…” He glanced down.

“She knows how to calm you down?” Mercer finished for him, chuckling softly. 

Jensen nodded, shaking his head slightly. Sometimes he hated how easy he was to read. Jensen finished up his light snack and went into the bathroom, throwing the mask in the trash and turning the knob of the sink on. He cupped his hands in the water, washing his face. He grabbed a nearby hand towel and dabbed it against his face to dry it. 

Afterward, Jensen grabbed his suit and got undressed. He spritzed a bit of cologne on his neck, styled his hair the way he wanted, and put on the makeup Avery provided him with, trying his best to remember how she did it. He lightly brushed his cheeks with blush and pursed his lips as he brushed some near his hairline and forehead. Then came the mascara which he was a little scared about. Jensen's mouth dropped open as he flicked the mascara wand across his lashes. He hissed when it accidentally got in his eyes and a few spots of black appeared underneath his eye. 

In a panic, Jensen tried to wipe it off but that just made it worse. He reached for his phone and clicked on Avery's contact. She picked up after a few rings.

“Wassup, honey?” The sound of her voice, even if it was a little teasing, made Jensen feel a lot better.

“I, uh, I got mascara on my face. How do you get it off?” His disheartened voice made Avery concerned, if a little delighted that he felt so alarmed about messing up his makeup. 

Jensen could hear her shifting a little on the phone, assumedly cussing someone out in the background. Likely Elena because she wanted to know who Avery was on the phone with. “Sorry about that… Uh, let it dry for a few seconds. Depending on how much you got on there, I just lick my thumb and rub it off. Easy peasy. No one’ll notice.” 

Feeling reassured, Jensen nodded. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He did as instructed, using the pad of his thumb to wipe at his cheekbone. Sure enough, the little drop of black disappeared.

“No problem, honey. Now, I gotta get this dress on or Elena might do it for me. Love ya.” Avery hung up before Jensen could respond.

He sighed as he set his phone down on the bathroom counter. “Love you too.” He knew Avery was busy getting ready too but a part of him felt a little dejected. Jensen glanced back at the suit hanging on the door. 

As Mercer advised, Jensen went with a black double-breasted suit that had narrow gray pin-stripes. The button-up was a simple white color while his tie was a deep navy color, almost black but light enough it was recognizable to be blue. He pulled the pants up his legs and zipped them up, appreciating the way they fit. Jensen wasn't sure why he was surprised, it was made specifically for him. He tucked the button-up underneath the waistband of his pants and sighed.

It hit Jensen all over again. He was getting married. His heart rate picked up. Jensen smiled to himself as he fastened his tie around his neck, folding his collar over it. And then came the blazer. Jensen shouldered it on, buttoning it up. Only one. He breathed as he saw himself in the full-length mirror in Misha's room. It was the first time he saw himself in the full suit. The other times were just for fittings. The blazer hugged his waist in ways Jensen knew Avery would go insane over. 

He let out a small chuckle as he pushed his hands into his pockets, mind running wild with ideas. Jensen adjusted the navy pocket square in his blazer before he made his way back into the living room. 

Misha whistled at the sight of him. “No wonder Avery likes you.” He teased. He wore his designated suit. It was a solid navy color with a vest and a black tie. He and the rest of the guys changed in Rob and Rich’s shared room. He was the first to get done changing. 

Like a weight off his chest, Jensen let out a laugh. One he needed. “Yeah, well… She's pretty hot too.” He hummed as he leaned against the table. 

“New hot celebrity couple alert.” Misha joked softly. But was it really a joke? 

Avery's popularity was quickly skyrocketing and not because of Jensen. A lot of people talked about her book and she admitted she was working on another one, an original story this time. 

And then, of course, Jensen. He was breaking into the mainstream with being in The Boys and a slew of other shows he wouldn't have had the opportunity to be on if Supernatural was still going. Contractual obligation did that to an actor.

As Jensen stood at the end of the chapel he took in a deep breath. Most of his friends and family sat in pews for the second time but that didn't make it any less nerve-racking. Hell, it made it more nerve-racking. He tried to focus more on the decor of the chapel. The wooden arch to his side had vines with blue and purple flowers hanging off it. The chapel itself was built similar to the cabins but far more grand with exposed beams holding up the high ceiling where a few chandeliers hung to light the whole building. 

“If you break down now, I'm sorry to say I'd laugh.” Misha whispered behind him, patting his shoulder. Jensen laughed softly. 

It was the only reaction he could muster before “Here Comes the Bride” started to play. Their wedding was going to be traditional—mostly—their reception, not so much. The bridesmaids started walking down the aisle until Elena and then Avery with Jacob. 

Jensen drew in a sharp breath. His eyes dilated at the sight of her. Her makeup didn't differ too far from what she wore regularly—winged eyeliner with a neutral shade of brown in the sockets of her eyes—but this time she wore a vibrant red lipstick. A string of pearls wrapped around her neck. And then there was her dress. Fuck. Her dress. God, he wanted to worship her. Have her tell him what to do to worship her properly. He could easily make a religion out of her and he'd love to be her most devoted follower. 

When Jacob and Avery made it to the end of the aisle, Jacob set her hands in Jensen's. “Don't fuck it up.” Her brother glared at him and then made his way to the pews. He sat next to the only other blood relatives of Avery’s that were invited to the wedding. Her cousins, Grace and Noah. Jensen hadn't met them before but Avery said they were from Chicago so that was part of the reason.

Jensen looked into Avery's eyes and smiled, feeling happy tears well in his eyes. She simply smiled back. She had a feeling he'd get emotional and she was more than okay with that. They weren't listening to the minister, a little too caught up in admiring each other's eyes. Avery wondered if the bayou of Louisiana was of similar shade to Jensen's eyes while he thought about if he was on the Titanic and the shards of ice from the glacier looked like the ones in Avery's eyes, he would have happily stayed on the boat. 

“Jensen, have you prepared any vows?” The minister asked, breaking the pair out of their trance. 

Jensen let out a cough to choke down his emotions as much as possible. He nodded, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper from inside his blazer. He held onto Avery with one hand as he took a breath and started to read. “I really don't know how to… put how I feel into words so I thought I'd share when I knew I was going to marry you.” He could hear Elena let out an ‘aww’ which made him and Avery laugh softly. 

“It was November 8th, a few days after I moved and we were lying in bed in my apartment. You were watching some video essay on Skyfall, paused in the middle of it, and tried to express how much you thought it was the best Bond movie of all time. I say ‘tried’ because you never completed your sentences. At least, in a way I could understand.” The people in the pews let out a laugh. Jensen glanced up from his vows at Avery. Her eyes were shining with tears underneath her glasses. Even on her wedding day, contacts were the bane of her existence. “Then you ranted about how much of a masterpiece the song was. Which devolved and devolved until you started to talk like Benoit Blanc.” Avery let out a flustered laugh. “I simply listened. I love nothing more than to hear about what you love. And I want,” Jensen rasped as he pushed his vows back into his blazer. “I want nothing more than to hear you talk like that every night for the rest of my life.”

Avery wasn't sure how she'd top that but she'd try. After an applause from the pews, it was time for her vows. “Jensen Ackles, am I right?” She joked to the crowd which earned her laugh, easing her nerves. Not by much. She didn't have anything written down and thought she'd wing her vows but that proved to be a bad idea. She was at a loss for words. “I kind of… didn't write anything down.” That earned an amused look from Jensen. 

“But, I—uh—do want to talk about you. I mean, of course I do. You're you. You're so loving and affectionate and open and so fucking hot and I can't grasp I get to have you for the rest of my life. I felt so… weary of straight cis people I didn't already know.” Avery admitted softly. Jensen nodded. It was for good reason and he knew that. “You're the most accepting man I've ever met in my life—besides my brother—and you were so prepared to throw away your entire family if they didn't like me for who I am. Like it was nothing. That, in itself, made me feel special. And then you stood up for me in front of my parents,” Jensen's jaw tightened at the mention of them. “And I couldn't believe how much it made me love you that much more.” His eyes softened, still brimming with tears. Avery held his hands tighter and smiled brightly at him. 

The minister gave Jensen and Avery identical silver rings. “Do you, Jensen Ross Ackles, take Avery Selena Cairo to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? Till death do you part?”

“I do.” Jensen said softly, slipping the ring onto Avery's finger. His pulse started to hasten again. But not because of nerves anymore. He was excited. Extremely happy.

“Do you, Avery Selena Cairo, take Jensen Ross Ackles to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? Till death do you part?” 

Avery nodded eagerly, “I do.” She slipped the silver band onto Jensen's finger. For once in her life, she hadn't taken her eyes off him since the start of the ceremony. How could she? Jensen looked drop-dead gorgeous. 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the groom.” The minister smirked. 

Jensen let out a small laugh before Avery cut it off with her lips. Her hands found their place on his waist while his naturally gravitated to her shoulders. Avery pulled him as close as her dress would allow and poured every emotion she felt into their kiss. It made Jensen dizzy in the best way possible.

Avery tried to pull away, not wanting to give the audience more of a show then they already had, but Jensen chased after her eagerly. She couldn't deny him that easily. 

“That's enough, cowboy.” Avery whispered against Jensen's lips after a few seconds. He sighed as he looked into her eyes. 

Jensen took her hand and looked at the people in the pews. He held up their interlocked hands and couldn't help but brag. “I have the fucking hottest wife!” Avery’s lips formed into a thin line, embarrassment flushing her cheeks with a mix of happiness at his pride.

bluejay.hills: caught mere moments after the ceremony

comment on bluejay.hills post by DAR3DEVILS: HES SO REAL FOR THAT

comment on bluejay.hills post by lesbiandean: WDYM THAT'S AVERY ?? THATS A GODDESS

comment on bluejay.hills post by swiftiedean: omg… jensen better know how to fight

Before the reception, Avery and Jensen had a few moments to themselves in the back of the venue. It was much needed since Avery had the feeling she needed to isolate herself after being around so many people for so long. 

“You're my husband.” Avery whispered, caressing his jaw gently. She wasn't sure when it'd sink in but it wouldn't be anytime soon. 

Jensen leaned into the touch. “And you're my wife.” He said dreamily. This whole ordeal felt like a dream that he didn't want to wake up from. 

“No, no, no, I don't think you understand.” Avery argued softly, shaking her head. “You, Jensen. I used to watch you on TV and here you are… with me.” 

Jensen thought it would feel unreal for Avery. And he was right. Their whole relationship was dreamlike. “Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me.” He sang softly as he intertwined his fingers with hers and placed a kiss on her jaw.

The universe worked in mysterious ways and Jensen genuinely believed Avery deserved some light in her life after all the shit she'd been through. That just so happened to be him. And, well, Jensen wasn't having the best time either before they met. He must've done something good to deserve Avery in front of him, loving him. 

Karma is a two-way street after all. 

As the reception officially started and guests filtered in, Elena found the time to introduce her boyfriend—Mark—to Jensen. They hadn't met before because Mark lived in upstate South Carolina and when he visited, Jensen and Avery intentionally scheduled date nights at the same time. 

“This,” Elena nudged Mark's shoulder and smiled. “Is my boyfriend.” The man next to her looked to be around the same age she was and his eyes were horrified. 

Jensen stared down at him. Mark was only a few inches shorter than him but Jensen was built and broad whereas Mark was lanky. Any twenty-year-old in their right mind would be intimidated by him, even slightly. But Jensen was as close to a father figure as Elena could have without him being her biological father so that added to the feeling of dread in the back of Mark's mind. 

Jensen stuck out his hand for the younger man to shake. “Nice to meet you.” 

Mark obliged, hand sweaty. “Yeah, uh, you too.” 

Like she was in her own little world, Elena led Mark to their assigned table with a bright smile on her face.

Avery laughed next to Jensen, shaking her head. The look on Mark’s face was priceless. “Y'know Mark had the same face when we met for the first time.”

“Did you ask what his intentions were with Elena ‘cause I was about to ask the same thing.” Jensen joked softly as he wrapped an arm around Avery's waist. 

Food and drinks started to be served after that. A chunk of red meat, potatoes, and spears of asparagus, swimming in some sort of red wine sauce that Avery had to stop herself from drinking. And then there was the cake. Black frosting with four tiers that had blue roses on the edges of each one. Similarly to Avery's birthday, the flavor of the cake was chocolate but, instead of strawberry filling, it was cream cheese.

A bunch of phones and cameras started flashing as Avery and Jensen fed a piece to each other. 

Then came their first dance as husband and wife. Their shared slice of cake sat at their table as Jensen guided Avery to the middle of the dancefloor. A crowd gathered around them to watch. He set a hand on her hip as she set one on his shoulder, their other hands were intertwined off to the side of their bodies. 

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? 

Avery's choice. And Jensen couldn't help but let her make it. 

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Jensen looked into Avery's eyes, trying to memorize every single detail of them through her glasses. The outer rim of her irises that were darker than the rest of her eyes, the little shards of color that looked like glass, the way her pupils were so large when they looked at him. 

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Avery adjusted her hand on Jensen's shoulder, feeling more emotional than she expected. She would've expected to have felt it earlier but, no, this felt like she had finally sealed her fate with him. 

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

A few drops of liquid happiness rolled down Jensen's cheeks, a crease between his eyebrows as a wide smile graced his lips. Avery shared a similar look. She pressed her forehead against his as they swayed together. Jensen happily breathed in her space. 

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

It was strange just how accurately the lyrics described their relationship. Jensen and Avery had done so much in such a short amount of time. They moved in together and had a whole life planned in front of them. But Avery wouldn't mind a few bumps in the road or stops at different attractions, that's what made the journey so fun in the first place. 

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

As the last few notes rang out through the speakers, Avery brought Jensen closer for a kiss. She wiped at his cheek to wash away the droplets from his skin. 

After their dance, it was free for everyone else to go onto the dance floor. Jensen and Avery still held each other, an identical smile on their faces. She cupped Jensen's jaw and bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling so hard. Her jaw would hurt in the morning. 

“I think I understand what Taylor meant by invisible string.” Avery hummed once they sat back down.

Jensen cocked an eyebrow, amused by the admission. “Oh? Share with the class.” He teased softly. 

“Fuck, you're turning into me.” Avery laughed, eyes screwing shut as her shoulders shook. 

“I don't think that's a bad thing.” Jensen planted a kiss on Avery's temple before he planted another on the back of her hand. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Elena and Jay dancing together. They looked to be having a ton of fun. Sammy had found one of Jensen's cousins to dance with while Jacob and Mark stood awkwardly next to each other. Misha had opted to dance with Tessa and Mackenzie interchangeably. 

Avery wiggled a little in her chair. “This dress is so beautiful but I can barely fucking move. It's so damn big. I should've had an outfit change or something.” She complained softly. She wanted to dance more with Jensen or Elena. Or Misha. Or in general. 

“Just makes it all the more fun when I take it off you tonight.” Jensen whispered into her ear, arm draped over her shoulder.

Avery let out a breath. “That a promise?” She challenged softly before she took a sip from her champagne flute.

“One I intend to keep,” Jensen nodded, hooking a finger underneath Avery's chin. “If you'll let me.”

Avery smirked into her glass and let out a small chuckle. “Good to know you know your place in the relationship.” She winked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. As if he hadn't the whole time. “I think it started when we made out at the edge of my pool, sweetheart.” He admitted as he thought back to their first kiss. It was rough and heated and perfect. “You were on top of me and I–” He swallowed, stopping when he remembered Avery was there too. Of course she would have remembered it. 

“And what?” She pressed. 

“And I knew I was fucked. The good kind of fucked.” Jensen finished with a fond smile. 

Avery watched Jensen intently. He had changed so much in the span of a year. Even just physically. Painted nails, mascara, eyeliner that one time, blush, and a few new tattoos. Then there was his newfound fierce allyship. She didn't know why but she always assumed Jensen would be like any other straight guy she found on the street. Sure, she'd heard stories that he was nice and accepting toward queer people but actually doing something was a different story. 

Jensen was a lot more vocal than Avery expected him to be. Maybe she had a part in that, being trans and all. 

Avery pursed her lips, glancing back at the party happening in front of them. “I think… maybe we should christen the Impala tonight.” 

They could easily sneak out of the reception and park the Impala in the middle of nowhere and no one would notice until the crowd started to dwindle. But Avery thought it'd be better until they waited for the reception to properly end. And so she could change into something else. She had a feeling, that even with how much space the Impala had, it would be a hassle to take it off. 

“Yeah,” Jensen swallowed, “Yeah, okay.” It was like he'd been waiting for those words for months. Ever since he brought the Impala to Columbia. 

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[fe-fictions]

I have an idea. Maybe could we see robin and vaike but robin is nervous for the wedding night cause she doesn’t know what to do and doesn’t want to make a fool of herself

(This wasn't supposed to be nearly as long as it is but I just,,,love Vaike and think he'd be such a supportive and sweet husband ;;;)

It was totally obvious that you had fallen head over heels for Vaike. Somehow, that brute had wiggled his way into the heart of the brilliant tactician. 

He was surprisingly sweet and charming when he wasn’t being a bonehead, and when you got to know him beyond the bluster of an axe-swinging warrior…well, you knew he was the one.

He made you feel safe, and happy, and assured. You knew you’d made the right choice. There was only one thing you had doubts about.

The impending evening following your wedding.

You didn’t know how to do anything after the party would be over. Your honeymoon was going to follow shortly after, and you didn’t know what to do on your honeymoon! You were an amnesiac; so if you had any experience with intimacy, it was long forgotten.

Worse yet, any knowledge you might have had before you filled your head with tactics and fighting styles…well, there just wasn’t anything left. 

To be honest, you were starting to doubt how on earth you’d managed to entice a man enough that he’d want to marry you.

These were thoughts that had been rushing about your mind for a while, but you had pushed them away and instead focused really hard on the more important details of the wedding.

But now there was no more planning, no more invitations to send, no more food to try (much to Vaike’s chagrin). 

Now you were being fitted into your dress, you were less than an hour from your ceremony, and…all you could think about was the fear of disappointing your future husband.

The women of your Shepherds were your maids of honor. And they were currently helping you get ready.

While you were sitting like a lovely porcelain doll, Maribelle, Sumia and Cordelia were working tirelessly to finish your hair and check the fit of your dress.

Lissa, Nowi and Panne were discussing food options; namely, which ones would disgust the Taguel woman the least.

Tharja and Miriel were most interested in your jewelry, checking the makeup of the metals for authenticity…and which would be the sturdiest when she enchanted them with protective charms.

All of the chaotic happiness and chittering of your dear friends should have been enough to distract you. But unfortunately, you were just getting deeper and deeper into your thoughts.

You felt isolated in your thoughts, and you’d be lying if you tried to think otherwise.

“Robin?” Cordelia’s voice touched your ear, “Did you hear me?”

“Hm?” You looked to her, “Did you say something?”

“I asked if the dress felt too tight here.” Her fingers brushed your side, “Does it fit comfortably?”

“As comfortably as a wedding dress can, I suppose.” You managed to pull together a response, “It’s not meant to give me a lot of movement, right?”

“That’s correct.” Maribelle nodded, her curls bouncing happily as she worked. “The purpose of your wedding gown is to make you look as stunning and gorgeous as possible; to display all of your beauty to the world! But, most importantly, to show your husband just how lucky a man he is.”

“He should already know- to think that Vaike of all people is marrying our Robin!” Sumia giggled, “He’s the last person I would have thought you’d fall for.”

“We certainly are different people, aren’t we?” You smiled weakly, looking at your hands. “I…do hope he’s pleased when he sees me.”

"Pleased won’t begin to cover it!” Maribelle clicked her tongue, “If that man’s jaw isn’t on the floor the second he sees you, then he won’t be worthy of you at all! You’re stunning, Robin. He’s far more lucky to have you than the other way around.”

“Come on now, that’s not fair. Vaike’s really a wonderful man. I’m…I’m really happy that he chose me.”

“I think you’re both perfect for each other.” Coredlia agreed, “You’ve made Vaike a better person in the short time you’ve known him. He’s changed a lot, and I think you’re the one we should thank for that. The less perverted, more compassionate and charming Vaike is a welcome improvement.”

“Ugh. ‘Charming’ isn’t a word I would ever associate with that brute.” Maribelle huffed, sliding another pin into your hair. “But it matters not. You chose him dear, and if that’s the man you want, then I will do everything in my power to make sure he knows just how good he’s got it.”

"Which reminds me-” Sumia slips away, going over to her satchel on the chair and producing a small parcel. “Sully and I were out shopping the other day, gathering up the last things we needed for your wedding. And well…we stopped by this particular store, where….”

“Just give her the present and let her see what it is!” Sully grinned and strode over upon the mention of her name, plucking the package from Sumia and tossing it to your lap. “You’re gonna love it, Robin! And more importantly, that big lug is gonna fall in love with you even more than he will when he sees you in that dress.”

You unwrapped the wax paper and untied the string, curious what this amazing treasure could possibly be.

Something that would make him love you even more? What kind of thing could that possibly-

“Oh, my!”

“Wow…!!”

“Wow, Sumia, are you for real? You and Sully bought this?!”

In your hands, which trembled just slightly…was a very intricate and beautiful set of lingerie.

And it was bright red.

“I-I…wow…” Your face flushed a deep scarlet, unable to mentally process the delicate lace that you were staring at. It left very little to the imagination. And you were supposed to wear this for Vaike, before you…

“I know it’s a little intense, but…I don’t know, I’ve been reading a lot of romance novels in preparation for the wedding, and lots of the endings had the heroines wearing a beautiful garment just like this! So Sully and I thought it’d be just perfect for you and Vaike!”

It was beautiful, and scandalous, and utterly terrifying. You stared at her in shock, the blood draining from your face.

It didn’t take long for the other women to notice the vibe shift.

“Er…Robin? Do you like it or not?”

“I don’t think she likes it, Sully.” Maribelle elbowed her, “Put that thing away!!”

“But she’ll need it for her wedding night-!”

“Robin, are you all right? You look like you’re gonna be sick…”

You shook your head, trying to indeed ignore the flips of your stomach.

It was Cordelia who ushered them out. Nowi was displeased that her fun was ending so suddenly, but even she could tell you were deeply upset.

Sumia lingered, coming to sit beside you once the door closed. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked asked you gently, Are you nervous about the wedding? It is perfectly normal to feel that way, you know.”

“I-it’s not the wedding, actually. I don’t feel nervous about all that…it’s…it’s what comes after.”

“What comes…oh, of course.” Sumia blushed softly, “There’s no need to worry about that! You’re a capable woman, a-and Vaike loves you very much. So long as you communicate and are gentle with each other, it’ll go great.”

“But I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to communicate, let alone what’s the threshold for gentle versus…w-well, anything else!”

“Trust your instincts, Robin! It’ll be wonderful.”

“But what if it’s not?!” Your voice rose, your nerves following close behind. “W-what if all my instincts are tied to battle and tactics, and I don’t have any left for romance, or intimacy, or- I read those romance novels you lent me, but it still…the idea of letting someone in, in such a physical way….!”

“It’s very intimidating, I know.” She agreed with you, “But it’s going to be all right. You trust Vaike, don’t you?”

“Of course I do…”

“Then you should trust that he’ll take care of you. The last thing he’d ever want is to hurt you!”

“But what if I hurt him? What if I perform so terribly he regrets his choice? W-what if we’re not compatible at all, physically? We’ve hardly so much as kissed before this, Sumia!”

"Wow…that’s…that’s a lot to deal with, Robin. I understand why you’re so frightened.” Sumia finally said, stunned by the revelation. 

“We’ve both just been so busy since the war ended, and the wedding planning has been a challenge too, but…but now that we’re here, it made me realize that I’m…I’m just hopeless.”

“Oh, that’s not…” She trailed off, hearing a knock at the door.

Sumia spared you a glance, but chose to address the visitor while you took a moment to collect your thoughts. However, when she opened the door that peaceful second evaporated.

“V-Vaike?? What are you doing here? You know you can’t see the bride before the wedding!!”

Said blonde bachelor was practically hulking in the doorway, a flash of worry bright in his eyes.

“C’mon, just let me talk to her for a second! Nowi said she’s upset, and that I had to come help her!”

“B-be that as it may, you still can't see her! You don’t want to curse your married life, do you??”

“N-no, of course not! But if Robin’s upset I wanna help her. So, er, can I at least just...what if I just talk to her through the door?”

“Well…” She looked back at you, who nodded nervously to let him talk. Vaike was right; when you were upset, he was the one you needed.

“All right, but just for a little while! We don’t have much time before the ceremony begins!”

You made your way to the door, minding the delicate dress that threatened to trip you with every step.

You waited until she slipped through the opening, when you two were finally alone. Carefully you shifted so that you’d be well hidden by the door, invisible to your husband-to-be.

“Robin?”

“I’m here, Vaike.”

“There you are.” You could hear the smile in his voice, albeit it was a nervous one. “What’s goin’ on, babe? You gettin’ nervous about the big ceremony?”

“No, the ceremony’s not a problem. It’s what comes, uh…after.”

“Oh, I get it- the first dance. I know I’ve kinda got two left feet when it comes to dancin’, but I’ve been practicin’ a ton since our last rehearsal!! I guarantee there won’t be any stepped on toes tonight!”

“N-no, that’s not it, either. I’m not worried about the ceremony, or the reception, any of that. It’s��it’s what comes after everything. I’m worried about our first night together.”

“What?” Vaike sounded genuinely surprised, likely because his face was just as flushed as yours was, no doubt. “W-why would, uh, why would ya worry about that?”

“Because!” You swallowed thickly, trying to stave off your insecurities long enough to tell the man you loved why you were upset. You took a deep breath, touching your forehead to the door. 

“Because?”

“Because…I don’t know what to do.” You finally forced the words out, as mortifying as it was.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, “I-I don’t remember anything before Chrom found me, Vaike. I don’t know if I’ve ever…had experience, before, or if I’m any good at it! I don’t want to ruin our first night together by being useless! I want-- I want to make you feel good! I don’t want you to regret choosing me because I can’t do the bare minimum expected of a spouse!!”

“Hey, now…” Vaike sounded a lot less shaky than you did, which you found a little surprising. Wasn’t he worried about it, too?

You leaned away from the door, finding his hand carefully slipping through the crack in the door. 

“Gimme your hand, Robin.” He held his palm up, gesturing for you to join him. You hated how your fingers trembled when you did, the silken glove doing little to block the warmth that radiated from his touch.

Vaike squeezed your hand, holding onto you tightly. 

“Robin, it’s gonna be okay. I wouldn’t give up on ya just because our first night might be awkward. Or hells, worse case scenario? Our first night could be just plain awful!”

“Vaike!”

“I’m not marryin’ you for your body. I’m marryin’ you because I love ya more than anythin’. And even if you don’t have any experience at all, I do- which means I can help you while we try to figure out what’s gonna make both of us feel good, together.”

You sighed shakily, his goofy voice having been replaced with this firm, comforting gentleman. It was a little shocking to hear him so calm.

“We’ve got our whole lives together to learn about how to take care of each other. And honestly, babe, if you don’t even wanna have sex tonight, we don’t have to!”

“Really? B-but the first night seems so import-”

“Nothin’s more important to me than makin’ sure you’re comfortable and happy. If it’s too much stress to try and, er, ‘perform’ tonight, then we won’t. I’ll be just as happy to be sleepin’ right beside you for the first time than I would be doin’ anythin’ else. All that matters if we’re gonna be husband and wife. Okay?”

“Are you…are you certain you’re okay with that?” You asked again, earning another squeeze of your hand.

“I’m positive. I love ya, Robin. That’s never gonna change- and besides, I promise it’s not nearly as hard as ya think it is to have a good time, especially when it’s the person ya care about more than anybody!!”

“And I do, Vaike.” You made sure to confess, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of his hand. “I love you so much. I’m so excited to marry you, today…I just never want to disappoint you, or hurt you…so I’m glad I could tell you about this.”

“You could never, ever, in a million years disappoint me. If anythin’, I’m more worried about disappointin’ you! In fact, I’ve never been more proud of ya, tellin' me somethin’ you’re so worried about. It takes guts!”

“Well…I just needed you to know what I was thinking. And I’m glad I did.” You added, feeling the relief finally wash over you.

Vaike was right- maybe it wasn’t that big a deal, to not know if you had any experience. If you Even if you didn’t, Vaike was going to support you and love you regardless; because of course he was.

He was a big, brutish oaf more often than not, but he was always on your side. And he loved you deeply- more than anyone could possibly fathom (maybe even hiself).

“So you gonna be all right, babe? You wanna talk about it some more?”

“I’ll be all right. Just talking about it a little bit like this helped immensely.”

“Well we don’t have to leave it all here. When the ceremony’s over, and everythin’ is done…we can talk some more. I just want you to feel safe with me. I’m never gonna make you do somethin’ unless you’re ready to, okay?”

As if your heart couldn’t be more full.

“I know. Thank you, dear…now let’s take a little break so we can finish preparing before the ceremony. I need to make sure I didn’t smudge all this makeup…”

He laughed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before he pulled his hand back through the door.

“You got it, sweetheart. I’ll see ya in a little while. Oh, and Robin?”

“Yes?”

“I can’t wait to be married to ya.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“I can hardly wait, too, Vaike.”

The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. Vaike was floored to see you in your wedding dress, convinced he was the luckiest man alive to be marrying a woman as wonderful as you. The reception was beautiful and jubilant, with no stepped on toes, miraculously.

And that night, you laid in each other’s arms, simply basking in the reality that you were officially husband and wife.

The confidence would come with experience, and Vaike was with you every step of the way. There would be no doubting or worrying allowed, while you learned how to take care of one another.

And once the honeymoon was in full swing, that little red thing your friends bought you made an appearance…and judging by the expression he made when he saw it…it was definitely worth the wait.

#vaike #robin #fe 13 #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #vaike x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #wedding fluff #insecurity is real and vaike supports you no matter what #jsdkjfKDJFSDKfjsdkfjdsf #fluff #comfort

[janeykath318]

Natasha Lends A Hand (Shieldshock)

“I thought you’d turned your accounts private,” Steve said, looking concerned and placing her phone on the end table out of her reach.

“I did, but thought it would be safe to check Tumblr. There’s people threatening to unalive themselves or burn all their Captain America gear if you marry me. They all hate me,” she sniffled. “I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it does.”

Steve sighed and repositioned himself so she was snuggled against him and wrapped his arm around her. Darcy sighed and laid her head on his shoulder.

“They’re just letting their bitterness and jealousy get to them. Block the hell out of them.”

“You bet I did. I guess no more social media for me until after the wedding,” she sighed. “Though how we’re going to pull that off without the angry mobs coming after me, I don’t know.”

“We’ll get through it. You’re the one I love and I get to spend my life with. Nothing will change that,” Steve reminded her softly, kissing the top of her head. “Shall I get the emergency ice cream?”

“You know me so well, babe,” Darcy sighed fondly. “Yes, please. I’m so grumpy, I don’t even care what kind it is.”

“I’ll get the big bowls, then,” Steve declared, extricating himself from the sofa and heading to the fridge.

Despite her irritation, Darcy took the opportunity to shamelessly ogle him from behind.

“Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave,” she crooned flirtatiously.

Steve chuckled as he dished up two heaping bowls of cookie dough ice cream.

“You’re ridiculous and I love it,” he responded, presenting her with her cold treat. Darcy gave him a thank you kiss before diving into her favorite comfort food.

Her mood cleared up and for a couple days, things were chill as rumors quieted down, but then an old photograph surfaced of Darcy leaving a bridal boutique and the furor was rekindled. Darcy deleted all social media apps from both of their phones and holed up in her apartment, calling Jane to inform her she’d have to work remotely for a bit.

The TV was no help either. Steve finally shut it off in disgust.

“I’m calling Natasha,” he finally declared. “This is out of hand.”

“I thought she was in New Zealand?” Darcy queried, trying not to sound too hopeful. She knew Nat would have useful tips for dealing with the crazy and would be there in a heartbeat if she could.

“Got back night before last,” Steve informed her. “She’ll keep the wolves at bay.”

“That she will,” Darcy agreed, flipping aimlessly through a bridal magazine. She’d long ago found her dress, but she loved looking at all the pretty styles and gleaning useful tips from the articles.

Sighing at a very romantic looking pose, she dog eared the page to add to her photo shoot ideas.

Two days later, Darcy found herself unceremoniously being hauled out to a waiting sports car by Natasha herself.

“Am I being kidnapped? Did I finally piss off Fury enough to have me disappeared?” she queried jokingly.

Natasha only smiled mysteriously.

“You’ll soon find out,” she teased evasively. “I assure you it is a good surprise. Now smile for the paps.”

Darcy blew a kiss to the gathered cameras and smirked as she left them in the dust.

“Where are we going?” she asked after they’d left the city well behind.

“Getting you married.”

“What?” Darcy spluttered. “Now? I mean, how?”

“I have my ways and several invested friends. We’re tired of seeing you and Steve so stressed and we’re going to give you a happy day with no paparazzi or snoops.”

“If you can accomplish that, my friend, you really are a miracle worker,” Darcy said, with a half sigh, half groan. “It’s a good thing I love that man as much as I do.”

“The fact that you’re not protesting speaks volumes,” Natasha observed. “And if I overstep in any way, please tell me.”

“You know I trust you, Nat,” Darcy assured her. “I bet you got me time off, packed my bags and my gown, and probably booked the officiant as well.”

“Pretty much.”

Darcy laughed and leaned back in the seat. A lot of decisions had just been taken out of her hands and for once she wasn’t mad about it.

Steve, meanwhile, was huddled in the backseat of an SUV being lovingly lectured by his friends.

“You should have said something sooner,” Bucky chided him. “We could have had this well in hand weeks ago.”

“Yeah,” Clint agreed from the driver’s seat. “I wish I’d paid more attention. I didn’t realize the press was hounding her so bad, the jackasses.”

“You guys have much bigger issues to deal with,” Steve protested. “I thought Darcy and I could handle it.”

Bucky gave him the stink eye and Sam sighed.

“The point is, Steve, you shouldn’t have to handle invasion of privacy and personal attacks. It’s not okay,” Sam told him. “Calling Nat was the right call. We’ll get you hitched in peace and quiet.”

The destination turned out to be a mansion in upstate New York with very tight security. Darcy’s eyes boggled as they drove through the gates.

“What kind of strings did you pull, Nat?” she asked in wonder, staring at the magnificent building.

“Never you mind,” Natasha replied. “Let’s just say someone owed me. There’s plenty of good options for either an indoor or outdoor ceremony. We’ll give you the grand tour tonight and have you saying I Do tomorrow. Then we’ll leave you alone to enjoy honeymoon bliss the rest of the week.”

“I like that plan!” Darcy agreed, cheerfully.

The two vehicles pulled up in front of the mansion and Steve and Darcy were handed their suitcases and ordered inside while their friends unloaded the other luggage. They gaped open- mouthed at the grandeur inside.

“That staircase is really something,” Steve admired. “The chandelier!” Darcy breathed in wonder. “I feel like I’m in the American version of Downton Abbey.”

“Yeah. Where’s Carson?” Steve joked with a chuckle.

Presently, Natasha swept in carrying the bag that contained Darcy’s dress.

“Follow me,” she ordered, “you too, Steve.”

Natasha assigned them to separate bedrooms, much to Darcy’s dismay, but assured her it was just for the one night, per tradition.

“I’ll be right next door,” Jane assured her. “We could turn this into a slumber party!”

Eyeing the gigantic four poster bed, Darcy certainly saw the potential.

Natasha hung up Darcy’s wedding dress in the spacious wardrobe and added another dress beside it.

“I brought your red dress along for dinner tonight, she informed her. “It’s a dressy occasion.”

Darcy just nodded, deciding to just roll with it.

The grand tour was one jaw dropping sight after another and Steve and Darcy decided that the lawn behind the mansion was perfect for a ceremony setting. It faced a beautiful row of pools and landscaped hedges that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The forecast looked good, but in case of inclement weather, they agreed on the enclosed porch for a backup.

Steve and Darcy lingered on the lawn, relishing the view and the peace. Darcy thought he looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. Steve was glad to see the tense lines and constant wariness erased from Darcy’s expression. She hadn’t deserved all the stress being with him had caused, but he was so grateful for her.

“I’m sorry I let it get to this, Darcy,” he sighed, holding her close. “You could have walked away from all the drama and I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

“I’m too stubborn to quit on us and I love you too damn much,” Darcy replied, looking up at him contentedly. “I won’t gonna lie, it’s been awful, but we’re worth it.”

“Yes, we are,” Steve agreed, kissing the top of her head. He loved how perfectly they fit together. “We have the best friends, don’t we?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Darcy agreed.

Dinner was a happy affair and everyone looked incredibly gorgeous in their dressed up state. Natasha thought Darcy was positively glowing as she laughed and playfully argued with Clint about who had won an age old bet. Bucky eyed the bride and groom to be with a great deal of fondness and just a touch of wistfulness.

“I want what they have, don’t you?” he murmured to his table neighbor, Wanda.

“Yes,” Wanda sighed, smiling pensively. “They are so good for each other and so loyal through everything. That is a relationship to strive for.”

After dinner they went outside and stargazed while reminiscing about various escapades. Darcy and Steve shared the story of their meet cute again and the men took the opportunity to lovingly roast Steve.

Darcy went to bed after a very satisfying goodnight kiss, giddy at the thought that tomorrow she would be Mrs. Rogers.

Jane woke her with giddy impatience.

“Wake up! It’s your wedding day!”

“Ahhh!!” Darcy squealed, when she’d fully come to her senses. “It’s happening! It’s actually happening!!”

They clutched each other in an exuberant hug.

Natasha and Wanda joined them for a cozy ladies only breakfast, (Steve had been forbidden to see her before the ceremony), then they chilled out on the balcony for a while, champagne in hand.

They helped each other out with hair and makeup and Darcy could only stare in amazement at herself in the mirror as Natasha put the finishing touches on her updo.

“Wow! I look like a princess!” Darcy remarked, awestruck. “Nat, you’re a wizard. I should feel bad that my mom’s not here, but I can’t. She’d be throwing out the backhanded compliments like candy. Another benefit of eloping, I guess.”

“Truth,” Jane agreed. “They’ll have to settle for watching the video and pictures.”

“You got a photographer on this short notice?” Darcy asked, eyebrow lifting in surprise. “That’s quite a feat.”

“She’s pretty new to the business, but very talented,” Jane told her. “As soon as Natasha told me the plan, I called her: My wedding gift to you and Steve.”

“Jane. That’s……so sweet….I might just cry,” Darcy batted away tears and Wanda shook her head.

“No weeping and spoiling makeup yet, Darcy,” she commanded her. “Let’s get you into that beautiful dress….”

Everybody sighed in unison when Darcy unzipped the garment bag and revealed her beautiful gown. The strapless A-line design was covered with intricate beadwork on the bodice and lacy details on the skirt hem.

“Steve’s brain is gonna explode when he sees you,” Wanda commented, as they helped her into the dress.

“Not literally, I hope,” Darcy quipped. “I want him to live for our wedding night.”

She wiggled her eyebrows in a way that made Natasha chuckle and Jane wave her finger in playful rebuke.

Steve was sketching while he waited for his summons on the back balcony overlooking the garden. He hadn’t had this good of a view in a long time and his pencil flew across the paper as he drew. He supposed he should be feeling nervous, but he wasn’t. The flutters in his stomach were sheer excitement at finally marrying the woman he loved, a dream he’d thought long since died. But then Darcy had crashed into his life, quite literally, and nothing had been the same.

He felt a cool hand on his shoulder and Bucky spoke up.

“Nice to see you drawing again, punk,” he said. “Calming the nerves?”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m distracting myself from breaking Nat’s rule and running to see Darcy. I can’t wait. Are you and Sam behaving?”

“Us? Misbehave? Where’d you ever get that notion?” Bucky asked, feigning shock. Steve just chuckled.

“Only whenever you’re left alone for more than five minutes,” he retorted. “Kinda like me getting into fights, only now the tables have turned.”

Bucky shrugged sheepishly.

“You’ve got me there.”

A figure joined them a few minutes later and both men stared as they took in Natasha, looking beautiful in her light aqua bridesmaids dress, red hair curled and spilling down her back. Steve saw Bucky swallow hard.

“Fifteen minutes, gentlemen,” she told them, returning their admiring glances, her eyes lingering on Bucky. “Damn. You clean up good, boys.”

“So do you,” Bucky replied in a strangled sounding voice.

Steve grinned. He couldn’t wait to help these two get a clue.

“You’ve got it bad, Buck,” Steve observed sympathetically after Natasha had disappeared.

“No…..aw, hell.” Bucky muttered, unable to lie to his best friend. “But She thinks love’s for children. What’s the point?”

Steve sighed.

“The point is, she’s had everyone she cared about ripped away and The Red Room philosophies were deeply ingrained in her. Believe it or not, I haven’t heard her utter those words in nearly two years. And clearly, she now believes in love enough to make sure I didn’t screw things up with Darcy and then gave us this…..” he gestured toward their surroundings as he flipped his notebook closed and stood up. “You’re about to witness firsthand how taking a chance is absolutely worth it. And this is coming from someone who’s known to be hopeless with women.”

Steve grinned at Bucky, who smiled knowingly back and stood to give him a man hug.

“I wouldn’t miss this miraculous moment for the world,” Bucky declared, with another affectionate thump on the back. “Now let’s go get you married.”

There were no decorations or aisle runners or musical accompaniments, but Darcy found herself not missing any of it. She simply waited until she’d seen the bridesmaids and groomsmen line up in front of the officiant—was that Agent IPod Thief?—and strolled outside to join them, escorted by Clint. (Thor was sadly unavailable, being busy with Asgardian stuff, but he’d sent Darcy a very congratulatory text message in all capital letters).

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Steve was looking at her like she was his entire world. The harassment that she’d been dealing with from social media and the press faded away in the reality of their happiness.

The jealous bitches can suck it! she thought gleefully.

Agent Coulson (How was he not dead?) looked exceedingly pleased to be overseeing the wedding of his childhood idol. It was kind of cute, Darcy observed vaguely, before Steve distracted her by winking flirtatiously at her.

“Yes, I do take this fine specimen of man to be my husband,” she proclaimed, when prompted. Steve’s ears reddened and Sam snickered.

“…..to love, honor, and cherish, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, through alien attacks and allergy attacks, through portals and peril, through midnight snacks and cuddles, until death do us part.”

“Awwwww….” Wanda sighed.

Steve squeezed Darcy’s hands, looking like he wanted to kiss her right then and there.

“I take this amazing, beautiful, fearless woman to be my wife, to love, honor, and cherish in sickness and in health, through alien attacks and allergy attacks, through tasers and tesseracts, through slow dances and silliness, until death do us part.”

They’d gone off script, but clearly their friends appreciated it and applauded their ad-libbing.

“That was impressive,” Bucky murmured, as he handed Steve Darcy’s ring.

She gave him another one of those glowy smiles as he slipped it on her finger. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was and how lucky he was.

Darcy slid Steve’s ring on with a dramatic flourish and then they were pronounced husband and wife and he was kissing her exuberantly.

Everyone cheered.

Afterward, as they meandered through the gardens, hand in hand, Darcy told him, “Today was a fairytale. This was so much better than the big shindig I used to imagine.”

“You’re not upset about not having the big party we talked about?” he asked, fingering one of the dangling curls by her cheek.

“No,” she told him. “It felt so right. So us.”

“It did,” he agreed. “You look completely radiant, Mrs. Rogers.”

Darcy flushed at his warm words.

“If you keep using that tone with me I’m not gonna be able to control myself,” she playfully warned, running her hand up his chest. Steve in a tux was a very impressive sight and she felt a strong urge to climb him like a tree.

“I’ve dreamed of this ever since I crashed into you in the hallway that first time,” she admitted, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingers.

“Groping me or marrying me?” he asked in amusement.

“Yes,” she answered mischievously, making her new husband laugh and then kiss her again. When she’d finally regained her senses afterwards, she saw a very pleasing sight.

“Oh, look, babe, looks like Bucky’s getting cozy with Nat over there.”

Steve followed her gaze to see Bucky walking alongside Natasha very closely. He said something that made her throw back her head and laugh in a way that she very rarely did.

“Now that’s what I like to see,” he murmured.

“Right?” Darcy exclaimed. “I ship it so hard! They deserve it so much.”

“They do,” Steve agreed. “I hope they realize that. She spent so much time trying to find me a wife and now the shoe’s gonna be on the other foot.”

He rubbed his hands together, very ready to help the BuckyNat ship sail.

“First order of business when we get back from our honeymoon,” Darcy declared. “In the meantime, how about we sneak inside and find a handy closet where I can ravish you?”

“Much as I like that idea, you’d better make sure you’re done with pictures first, because when I get through with you…..” Steve playfully threatened, dropping his voice intentionally. Darcy gulped.

“Right. Good point. Excellent point,” she rambled, fanning herself. “We should probably quickly round up everyone for a group picture. I’ll go get Jane.”

She picked up her skirts and scurried off, leaving Steve to smirk after her and then head to round up his friends. This newlywed thing was going to be fun, he thought.

#shieldshock #darcy lewis #steve rogers #wedding fluff

[ishipallthings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Wedding Fluff, Weddings, Established Relationship, Sunsets, Dorks in Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Future Fic, Post-Canon Fix-It, Happy Ending, POV Tony Stark Summary:

A beach wedding had sounded romantic.

(In which Steve and Tony sneak away for a moment by the beach on their wedding day, and deals are made).

A remix of @captainneverever‘s fic for @cap-ironman​ Remix Madness!

#stevetony #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #marvel #my fic #my writing #wedding #wedding fluff #post-Endgame #established relationship #hope you guys like this!

[byler4l1fer]

Will: I have to ask you something.

Mike: *looks at his watch* Um, we should hurry up, but okay, sure, go ahead.

Will: I’d like to know if you really, um, like me.

Mike: …

Will: …

Mike: Babe, we’ve been together for 7 years and we’re supposed to be getting married in 10 minutes.

#Byler #Byler fluff #fluff #wedding #wedding fluff #cute #stranger things #aww <3 #gay couple #gay love #gays #stranger things fluff #gay

[celestialarice]

Dazatsu Week 2023 Day 6

Late, but I will still be completing these! :)

Here is the link to my sixth day of dazatsu week! Read the end notes for more information. But to summarize, this one-shot is pretty chaotic! BUT! Like always, there are fluffs! Because you should all know by now that I'm a certified fluff writer.

#dazatsu #dazushi #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #fanfiction #anime #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #day 6 #dazatsuweek2023 #soft #fluff #fluff and humor #chaos #celebrity au #paparazzi #apocalypse au #wedding fluff #wedding #photographer au

[missmielyhoran]

Little Freak

in which Autumn likes her twin brother's best friend, and maybe he likes her too...

(Bbf!Harry × Oc reader)

Masterlist

Series-

• Little Freak [🌸⚡️]

• Tired eyes are the death of me [⚡️🔥🌸]

• You got me cursing the daylight (Harry's pov) [🔥⚡️🌸] tba

• You're so golden (Third person pov) [⚡️🌸] tba

• Just let me adore you [🔥⚡️🌸] tba

• Forget what I said, it's not what I meant [⚡️🌸]

tbc...

Requests/Blurbs-

• My Harry's if you asked them to dress up for Barbie Movie

You can send me requests here♡

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #bbf #brother's best friend #Bbf!Harry #brother's best friend harry #angst harry #harry angst #wedding fluff #harry fluff #secret relationship

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Chantilly Lace

Author: @mspoppy9981

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1 (Part 2 of You Wear it Well series)

Description:

Chrissy knew what she liked…lace. If she could dream up the perfect wedding gown it would definitely have lace. A lovely, unique gown with an intricate lace.

Then she saw it. As if the store read her mind, she pulled the gown from the rack and went to a full length mirror close by. She was in love!

She hunted down the attendant.

“Could I try this on please?” Chrissy asked.

The attendant guided her over to the fitting room.

Once the dress was on, she walked out into the store. There was a sort of stage area, with a platform surrounded by mirrors. All eyes were on Chrissy, she was a vision.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no venca, wedding fluff, fluff, lil bit of angst, thanks laura, happy ending, proposal, we love Wayne here, Chrissy POV, one-shot, part of a series, status: completed

#Alternate Universe- no venca #wedding fluff #fluff #lil bit of angst #thanks laura #happy ending #proposal #we love Wayne here #Chrissy POV #one-shot #part of a series #status: completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #eddsy #munningham #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[ladderofyears]

After Harry asked him to be ringbearer for his and Draco’s upcoming wedding, Teddy was effervescent with excitement.

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Prompt: Ring. 

If you would like a sentence, send me an ask ♡

#wedding fluff #drarry #teddy lupin #one sentence story

[rosealiceroyal]

Alex thinks, the last time I was at a Royal Wedding, I knocked over a cake that cost more than my tuition.

Language: English Words: 2,955 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 14 Kudos: 571 Bookmarks: 79 Hits: 5,423

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #fluff #wedding fluff #wedding #slow dancing #pez okonjo #june claremont diaz #oscar diaz #beatrice fox mountchristen windsor #ellen claremont

[apinchofm]

Sister of the Bride - Chapter 8: When All Is Said And Done

@spitefularmand @angel-starbeam @hptriviachamp @xxskycrystalxx @jeanvanjer @aspoonfuloffiction  @viscountessevie  @lizzibennet  @the-greendalehumanbeings ��@liliesandparchment  @kateandanthonyaremyparents  @waterlilyrose @datsusara84 @dollypopup

with all the moodboards!

#fic update #bridgerton fic #modern bridgerton fic #kathony #benedict x edwina #bedwina #Bridgerton #edwina sharma #kate sharma #wedding fluff #with all the moodboards!! #my edits #also the bride - influencer called heartzeena who is modern!edwina vibes lol #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #thomas dorset