can we marry her

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

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remember that one da:o redesign post from a year ago that i wanted to remake because it was really ugly because its taking ages lmao so here are the ones i have so far, romance options + anora c;

In Secret

“Killian, wake up.”

Killian groaned in protest. He took one look at the clock, and grumbled. It was too early… even for him. “Emma, we had a busy day yesterday, and I’m bloody exhausted. Can we at least wait until the sun comes up?”

They were getting married in a week, and the Charming’s were not only bogging him and Emma down with all sorts of wedding details… they were bickering amongst themselves every step of the way.

Not that he truly wanted to complain. He was marrying the love of his life, and agreed that everything needed to be perfect. Emma deserved no less.

“Do you want to get married or not?” she asked, clearly frustrated that he wasn’t moving fast enough.

“Of course I do,” he sighed, “but we aren’t meeting with the baker until noon. Please darling, let me rest.”

“I’ve been thinking…” she mused. Right in his ear. Bloody hell, the woman was not going to let him sleep. Ignoring his groan, she continued. “Why are we going crazy with my parents? We can get married now.”

“Your mother would kill us,” he reminded her. “She’s spent so much time on this-”

“Oh… we can have that wedding too,” she assured him. “I wouldn’t take that from my parents. But… it’s all kind of overwhelming, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?” Curiosity now piqued, he sat up and looked at her.

“It’s great,” she said, “and I like the idea of a big, princess-y wedding… but I also like the idea of just you and me… exchanging our vows on the Jolly Roger…”

“Your parents-”

“-Had a secret wedding of their own,” she interrupted. “And they don’t have to know. It doesn’t even have to be official. Just… something you and I can share together… before we do the whole thing in front of the entire town.”

“So, why did you wake me now?” He asked. It was a great idea, but it was also two in the morning.

“Because we have an appointment with the baker at noon,” she said, “and the second the sun rises, my parents will be here, ready for breakfast and another day of wedding planning.”

He didn’t quite catch on until she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She meant to do this now. “Emma, who’s going to marry us at this ungodly hour?”

“Lancelot is meeting us at the Jolly in an hour,” she giggled. “Unless you have any objections.”

“No objections at all, love,” he grinned. “But why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You were sleeping, I was thinking…” she shrugged. “And fortunately, I wasn’t the only one needing a midnight hot chocolate at Granny’s.”

“We have hot chocolate here…”

“I needed a walk, and so did Lancelot apparently. We got to talking, and now, you need to get up if you want to do this.” She gave him an adorable little smirk, “we can save time by showering together, Captain.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash, he was following her into the bathroom for a shower.

They wound up being late to their own secret wedding.

Speak Now (Chris Evans AU)

no hard feelings on jenny slate!!! i was more than upset when they broke up actually she’s a good girlfriend and SHE VOICED BELLWETHER IN ZOOTOPIA LIKE ????? 

song used: speak now by taylor swift

Y/N sat in the minivan, her eyes steadied on her lap. Her hands were touching the pale blue dress that she wore, in honor of the wedding.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Scarlett asked her, her green eyes soft. Y/N smiled at her concern, even if they haven’t seen each other for nearly a decade. “I know you’re upset about not getting invited, but I’m sure it was Jenny’s fault. I heard from somewhere that she erased your name from the list of people she invited. Certainly, if he could have the chance, he would invite you first. You were his best friend, after all.”

Were. Were.

Y/N nodded slowly, ignoring the looks she was getting from Scarlett.

“We’re here. I think the others are inside getting dressed. Sebastian will meet us at the entrance.” Anthony said from the driver’s seat, parking the minivan in the church parking lot. “Y/N, stop it with the long face. It’s not like we can tell Chris he can’t marry her.” Anthony said bluntly.

“I—I know.” Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. Scarlett and Anthony’s gazes on her softened. She shook her head as she started getting intimidated by their staring. “Let’s just get inside, yeah?”

Both of her friends nodded and they stepped out of the minivan, Y/N following in suite. Her flats hit the pavement almost with no sound and she smiled bittersweetly at the sight of the roses decorated outside of the church.

She watched as Scarlett and Anthony made their way to the church, and she followed behind quietly. She stepped onto the marble stairs and were ushered in by the duo, who followed her inside the decorated hall.

“Names?” the man standing at a desk asked them.

“Anthony Mackie.” Anthony said, his eyes darting to Y/N. “Scarlett Johansson, and uh, Y/N Y/L/N.” he finished, and Y/N could tell by the man’s expression that she wasn’t on the list of guests.

“Um, sir, I don’t see anyone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N on the list.” He looked at the other two. “You both can go inside now—“

“Anthony? Scarlett?” Y/N jumped at the all-too familiar voice of Chris, who walked into the church entrance. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N with them. “Y/N? Y-you came! I’m so glad you could come!” He made his way past the guard, grabbing her by the wrist and bringing her to his chest, hugging her tightly.

Y/N was surprised, considering the last time she saw the boy, the circumstances hadn’t been brilliant. But nonetheless, she hugged him back, a ghost smile on her face.

“I—but the problem is,” she began after pulling away from Chris’s hug. “I—I never actually got invited …” she said awkwardly. Chris blinked for a second before turning the man behind him, who gulped in fear.

“Add Y/N Y/L/N to the guest list, please.”

Y/N smiled; she glad to see Chris hadn’t changed his gentlemanly ways, even with a selfish bride.

“Excuse me, but where are the mints?” Y/N turned around to see a lady in a blue pantsuit ask her, her nose turned up in disgust. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, you’re supposed to be in the back. I should tell Jenny to fire you.”

“Mrs. Slate!” Chris jumped at the woman, while Y/N stood there, flustered, red, and confused. “This is my friend, Y/N. She—she’s not one of the caterers.” he cleared up, the lady narrowing her eyes at her.

She was supposed to be Chris’s mother-in-law?

“Oh,” she murmured. “You just seemed to look like you wore a cheap uniform, so I assumed as much.” she said bitterly, causing Y/N to look down to her feet in embarrassment. The woman walked past them, not bothering to check in, towards the back of the church.

Y/N ignored Scarlett and Anthony’s eyes that were looking at her nervously, as Chris cleared his throat in an attempt to settle the awkwardness.

“A-anyways, let me show you around! Sebastian should be upstairs getting ready, and I’m sure he’d be happy to see you all!” Chris said cheerfully.

Y/N stepped into line behind Scarlett and Anthony, following Chris through the pews to the stairs where Sebastian stood at the top, his eyes cast to the mirror in front of him. He gave a smile to Y/N when he noticed her appearance, glad to see her get into the wedding without too much trouble.

“Hey, you guys.” He greeted, giving his two friends a great friendship hug before giving Y/N a personalized hug of her own. As she went to pull away, he asked her, “You okay?” She nodded.

“Uh, Scarlett, Anthony want to come over and see some … cool stuff?” Chris said awkwardly, but was able to convince his two friends and they left the room, leaving Sebastian and Y/N alone.

“He shouldn’t be marrying her.” Sebastian said, sighing as he sat down on the red leather couch. “You should be the one he’s marrying. He doesn’t love her. I know it. If you would say something—“

UGH! Christine! You ruined my nail polish!

The two jumped in surprise when the shrilly voice of Chris’s bride was heard from the other room. One of the bridesmaids was apologizing profusely, but Jenny was having none of it.

Since you ruined my nail polish, I’ll ruin your whole look with nail polish!

Multiple gasps erupted from the room and two things dropped to the floor, to what Y/N could assume were nail polish bottles. Soon enough, the door of the room opened and Christine was running away with sobs escaping her mouth. She could only imagine that Jenny spilled hot pink and baby blue nail polish not only on her dress but literally on her hair and makeup.

She turned back to Sebastian, who now had an expression that said see-what-I-mean? “Sebastian, don’t say that.” she said, stubbornly ignoring the thoughts of Chris getting on one knee with a ring in his hand, asking for her hand of marriage. “He—he must love her … why else would he marry her? It won’t make sense, then.” she trailed off, her head turning away from him.

“He still loves you even though he has been with Jenny for a long time.” Sebastian stated. “Admit it, you still love him, and you’re afraid to face your feelings.” His voice was stern, and Y/N tensed up, turning her head back to him. “If you don’t say something, you’ll ruin his whole life.”

“I don’t want to ruin their wedding, Sebastian.” Y/N growled, growing angry. Sebastian scoffed and smirked. He stood up and leaned down to her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered. “This isn’t the wedding Chris needs to be in.”


Y/N sat in the pew quietly. Small flower girls tossed an assortment of several flowers. After a few minutes of the little girls prancing around the aisle, tossing enough flower petals to make any allergic person sneeze a couple times, the wedding music began to play.

When the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, Anthony was, unfortunately, missing a partner. Y/N looked away from them, feeling grief for Christine. She looked at Chris on the altar, who nervously tapped his thigh. Their eyes met for a moment, but Y/N looked away quickly to prevent herself from bursting into tears. She’d ruin Jenny’s big day if she looked at him, even if she was already ruining her life from the start.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen stopped across from Sebastian, the bridesmaids eyeing the boy who seemed uninterested in them. Soon all the eyes were on the bride, who looked like a big cotton ball beside her small father. Y/N figured she got all her traits from her mother.

Jenny side-eyed Y/N, hatred burning brightly in her eyes. She watched her smile turn into a nasty look for a moment. Y/N could only look away in embarrassment, losing against their little contest at who was better at being better.

Her eyes met Chris’s again as Jenny took her place next to him. The bridesmaids and groomsmen had to shuffle around to let her gigantic dress through. His eyes twinkled at her for a moment before he turned to the young woman next to him, smiling an obviously fake smile.

Y/N could only look down to her hands. You were not about to ruin her big day.


Y/N stared at the couple as they began to exchange vows, Chris going first.

“I love every,” he paused, glancing at Y/N, but he went unnoticed. “E-every quality that my lovely bride-to-be has. All of her, uh,” he paused again and glanced at his shoes. Y/N’s eyes locked with Sebastian’s. He was looking at her as if he wants her to stand up and stop the whole wedding.

She shook her head and forced her head down.

She wouldn’t ruin their wedding.

“All of her flaws,” Chris gulped, sweating under all the gazes on him. “They’re—they’re not even flaws, to me …” He continued to talk in a shaky manner, and Y/N watched his bride’s expression grow angrier every time he paused, the same time Y/N grew even more upset about the entire situation.

She couldn’t ruin their wedding.

Even if the bride is ruining her life.

She listened to Jenny say her own vows, quickly and every now and then she’d give Chris’s triceps a squeeze, causing his smile to fall a little more every minute.

He truly looked unhappy.

No.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Then the preacher began to say vows, Chris gulping every time he responded, tugging at the collar of the white dress shirt he wore. Jenny only held and squeezed his arm, clearly trying to calm him down and make him look good on their special day. Her special day.

Y/N knew that he hated it when someone squeezes his arms; he always preferred hugs. She felt terrible for even coming to this wedding, because she just had to do this.

Not for Scarlett, Anthony, Sebastian, or anyone else.

But for herself.

And for Chris.

“Do we have any objections to these two getting married?” the preacher asked. Y/N locked eyes with Sebastian and she gulped nervously. She stood up slowly, inhaling sharply.

“I object to this marriage.”

Y/N looked at Chris who seemed almost … relieved.

“I-I object to this marriage, because—because I know Chris wouldn’t marry a woman like Jenny, who only likes him because of his popularity and wealth.” she said, now feeling the courage she needed bubble inside of her. “Chris is a—a sweet, loving, wonderful guy. A woman like Jenny doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as him.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I-I had a chance to be with him, but I wasted it away. I want another chance, Chris.” she croaked out. “You aren’t truly happy with her, are you?” she said, her voice strained at the end. Chris took his arm off of Jenny’s, who now stood alone on the altar, mortified and furious.

Y/N could see the smile on Sebastian’s face as Chris walked down the aisle, his face a mixture of happiness, relief, and pain. She didn’t have to wait for him to make the next move, she just hugged him. She felt him cry to her shoulder.

“You ruined my wedding!” Jenny shrieked, racing towards the two, but was quickly stopped by Sebastian, who glowered menacingly at her.

“Am I worthy of a second chance?” Y/N asked, who was now starting to cry. Chris nodded, and she hugged him tighter, burying her face on the crook of his neck. “You spoke up for me, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I give you a second chance?”

Y/N shouldn’t have ruined their wedding, but Jenny would’ve ruined Chris’s life.

When they said, “Speak now.”

I’ve been in a few relationships and one thing I’ve learnt is that communication is the key. Talk to them. Talk about everything you’re feeling. Talk about everything that is running through your mind. Talk about what you want to do in the future and what you’ve done in the past. One day you’ll find someone who will listen. They will listen to everything you have to say and they will show you that you’re a better person than you think you are.

anonymous asked:

mariturient and dogs, shallura

Mariturient: eager to marry

Accepting

So, will you marry me?

“Shiro, I swear on my Altean forefathers, if you ask me that again today I will quiznaking lose it— Ah, hello Senator!” Allura smiled with gritted teeth, her voice jumping from a hiss to a welcoming call as they swept across the atrium floor. 

Shiro tried for her hand, missing and tugging on the side of her flowing robes. “Think about it- wouldn’t you rather be introduced to this guy as Queen Allura?”

Allura gave him a sidelong glance, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling back at his smirk. “As I’ve told you many times, Altean royal titles do not depend on matrimony. I keep it as a sign of respect for my father.” 

That was enough to shame him out of the conversation they had already had twice that day. Shiro entwined his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand in acquiescence. “Of course, Princess.”

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thicc-owl  asked:

But what about an Ancient Greek or Roman au with the daughter of a high status family and her childhood friend/next door neighbour of just as high status and it's been expected that they'll marry one day and theyve always been kind of disgusted with the idea of marrying each other because they're just friends but then they reach their teens and hit puberty and she's just like damn. Imma leave this one up to you too bc like I think you'd cast it really well idk

《I actually wrote this while being in Rome so I kinda like the vibe of this one》

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (Roman High-Status AU)

July 13th, 41 A.D.

“I heard Father talking to Mother in the garden this morning…”
Tetsurou looked up from his sandals slapping against the concrete pavement. The steady summer sun burned his eyes when he looked over at her, mud dusted skin and once preened hair. She was the definition of a disaster after tumbling down the hill behind her family’s estate. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, a nervous quirk of hers, while her other hand ran against the leaves of premature olive trees.
“So? My parents talk in the garden all the time.”
“Yeah, well this talk was different.” She huffed. The fingers that ran across the olives seemed to tighten, dragging down overripe fruit with quick swipes. “They were talking about a wedding.”
“What wedding?”
She paused, sending him a dirty look out of the corner of her eye.
“Our wedding.” She muttered, the apples of her cheeks growing red. Tetsurou stared at her in awe, the soft pitter patter of his feet ceasing to a stop. He cocked his head, staring at her in utter disbelief.
“Whatever do you mean, our wedding?”
“I mean-” She paused, taking a deep and steady breath. “I mean we’ve been arranged.”
Tetsurou let out a pathetic noise, a whine, perhaps, and sunk to his knees.
“Is this a joke?”
“You really think I’d be joking?” She frowned, plopping down next to him. She slumped her shoulders and spread her legs, something her mother would faint upon seeing, and yanked a leaf off the tree above them. He watched her fiddle with it between her fingers, before ripping it apart at the veins.
“Well, it could be worse. You could be arranged to Nose-Picker Naevius on the other side of the city.” Tetsurou shrugged, flashing her a coy grin when she frowned.
“Please! Like I’d like to be wed to the likes of either of you!” Tetsurou almost laughed at her, right then and there. It wasn’t that he was fond of her, because he wasn’t, she was bossy and loud and let dirt sit under her fingernails, but she definitely wasn’t the worst possible suitor. He didn’t take much of a liking for girls, these days. He couldn’t quite understand the hype of marriage, and why he needed to get married anyways. He was a man, powerful as is, and he was sure he’d live just fine without some girl tied next to him. Girls were disgusting, anyways, spent all day weaving in the commons. __, though, __ didn’t seem like the type to weave, and maybe that’s why he didn’t mind her all that much.
“Hey.” He peeped, “Give me one good reason why I wouldn’t be a suitable husband.”
“You’re disgusting!” She fired back, with no thought in between.
“How so?”
She paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. Tetsurou kept staring at her with a smirk so devious, and if it wasn’t for her mother’s voice in the back of her head telling her to be a lady, she would’ve thrown him into the dirt right then and there.
“Well, you cried after emperor Caligula’s death! The man was a menace, don’t you know. Father had him over for supper once and all he did was sass the cook and look at his reflection in the vases! Figures a narcissist like you would feel remorse for that goat.”
“My father had him over for supper once, too, and he did the same. It was hilarious, Mother was trying so hard not to be rude, I thought her head was going to explode. I wish he was still around so I could relive that.” Tetsurou shrugged. “Don’t seem to be getting any laughs with emperor Claudius in reign, now.”
“I think he’s much better suited as emperor! Laughs or not!”
“Really? I saw him stumble down a set of stairs today and crash into a pillar. I could do a better job at that, and I’m ten.” __ pulled another leaf off the tree and tore it apart immediately, letting the remains scatter to the concrete. She wiped her hands against her skirt, adding streaks of green alongside the faded brown of mud.
“Please! You can’t even take care of yourself, let alone an empire!”
“Says the girl who can’t even keep her skirt clean.”
She shot him one last dirty look before rising to her feet.
“I’m never marrying you.” She stated. Tetsurou hummed, jumping up to stand next to her. “We can be friends, but I’m never marrying you. You’re icky and your hair’s a mess.”
“Who said I was ever going to marry you? You aren’t quite the princess of my dreams, either.”
“Father said, but I’m going to let him know that I would rather be thrown in the Colosseum then call myself a ‘Kuroo’.”
“Yes, have fun sassing your father. I’m sure that’ll end up perfectly. Tell me how that turns out if you aren’t killed.”
“Thank you, I will. Filth.”
“Bossypants.”
“Jerk.”


March 29th, 49 A.D

Her hands were shaking.
Her hands were shaking and her mind was spinning, and oh god, she felt like she was going to puke.
Her mother insisted that today, out of all days, she reunite with her childhood friend, Tetsurou Kuroo, the wealthy boy down the street who she was destined to be wed to. She insisted that she’d rather not, it was her cursed time of the month and God forbid anything happen to her whilst she was draped in her finest white silk. Her pleas had no force though, and she was dragged along anyways. She hadn’t seen the boy in seven years, ties being cut off when she turned eleven. He had changed now, for sure, and she couldn’t fathom what he’d look like.
She imagined he’d be a lot more muscular. Rumor had it he was to be a part of the consul soon, so he had to be of decent shape. She hoped he had somehow learned to tame the childish fringe that hung in his face when he was younger, although she couldn’t imagine Tetsurou without it. Thinking about him put a small smile on her face, before her mother hit her on the arm.
“Are you excited to see him?” She pondered, and __ could feel her cheeks grow hot.
“I mean…” She shrugged, cocking her head towards the ground. “I’m a lot more nervous than excited. We’re not eight years old anymore, Mother.”
Walking through the Kuroo courtyard made her stomach roil even more than it was before. Her mother grabbed her by the hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, before marching up towards the gate and giving the lion mouth door knocker a heavy rap.
“I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you are. You do not need to worry, you’ve bathed naked with him before, you’re friends.”
“Mother! That’s not helping with the situation!”
Her mother only shrugged, straightening her shoulders when a slave opened the door for them. He nodded curtly, making way for the two of them to pass by. There was a rushed click of shoes against marble, and an all too familiar woman stumbled out into the commons.
“Oh, __, __, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” The short woman hobbled over to her and her mother, throwing her arms around both of their shoulders.
“My, what a beautiful young lady you’ve wound up to be, __. Tetsurou’s going to want to marry you right here once he sees you.”
__’s breath hitched, but she nodded, paying her respects towards her elder. Mrs. Kuroo looked the same as she did seven years ago, except the roots of her ebony hair started staining a deep gray.
“Thank you, Mrs. Kuroo, you look lovely yourself.” She managed to stutter out. The woman clapped gleefully, rushing into one of the doors at the end of the commons. __ looked up at her mother, furrowing her eyebrows in chagrin.
“I really don’t want to discuss my marriage whilst blood is dripping from my private areas, Mother.”
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll discuss things with Mrs. Kuroo, and you just have to sit there, drink the wine that’s served to you, and make yourself look presentable, understood?”
__ nodded, relaxing her eyebrows amongst her mother’s violent gaze.
“Yes, Mother.”
“Good girl.”
Mrs. Kuroo came stumbling out once more, an excited hue of pink dusted along her cheeks. If anything, Mrs. Kuroo was more excited about the wedding than either of the two actually being wed.
“Tetsurou should be out in a bit. He’s a smart boy, he’s studying the stars. He’s been very into science lately, and growing things.” She boasted.
“__ here, she’s very into literature. Her tutor remarks her as one of his greatest students. She took up playing the harp about a year ago, didn’t you, __?”
“I did, Mother.”
“Oh, isn’t that wonderful!” Mrs. Kuroo clapped. “It’s lovely to see you’ve grown up a proper girl.”
She wanted to ask her what she meant by that statement. Was she not proper before? Of course, she didn’t mind her clothes getting dirty and mussled up her hair, but she had the decency to be respectful. Behind closed eyelids, she rolled her eyes, but kindly accepted the so called compliment.
“Come here, ladies. I’ll have Brutus fetch us some wine while we wait for Tetsurou.”
Hearing his name out loud made her even more nervous than before. She clutched at the ends of her tunic as she took a seat, eyes nervously darting around the room. Mrs. Kuroo immediately noticed this, because she placed a hand on her shoulder and laughed.
“You don’t need to be nervous, my dear, __. He’s the same boy you knew when you were a child.”
She wanted to retaliate and say that no, he wasn’t the same boy she knew as a child. The Tetsurou she knew as a child only took interest in dirt and gladiator battles, never science or stars. Mrs. Kuroo kept yammering away, but suddenly silenced upon the sound of footsteps.
“Bragging about me now, are you, Mother?” Came a deep, hearty chuckle. Immediately, __’s heart dropped. It was him.
She didn’t dare turn around to greet him, although every part of her wanted to. God, his voice was attractive by itself. Her mother slapped her on her knee, an indication to stand up and greet him. So she did. She slowly stood up, brushed off her skirt, and faced him, eyes immediately widening upon the sight in front of her.
He was more attractive than she imagined. He was tall, extremely so, and had to be a good child larger than her. His face was thin and sharp, hazel eyes still youthful and attentive. He still had the horrible fringe, but it only added to his charm. He held a book in his hand, of some sort, and the vibe he gave off just made her want to melt.
Forget the consul, he could be a god, if he wanted to.
“Hello.” She stuttered, trying hard not to break eye contact.
“It’s been awhile, huh?”
“If seven years is while.”
Tetsurou chuckled, the tips of his ears growing visibly red. She could see the slight shake of his hands around his book, and that assured her that he was just as nervous as she was. The laughs that spilled out of his mouth were fake, but she didn’t have the audacity to confront him on it. She knew the ugly cackle that he was cursed to, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of facade he had pent up over the years.
They took a seat at the table, and __ didn’t dare touch her wine. Her hands were shaking so hard in her lap that she would definitely break the glass if she grabbed it. Tetsurou seemed to be sticking to the same thing. Although her eyes were glued to the table in front of her, she could feel Tetsurou’s eyes on her. This entire time, he’d been staring, as if he’d been analyzing her, like she was his prey. Needless to say, it was intimidating, especially when he was oh so attractive. At this point, she could feel her cheeks burning, every so often taking quick peeks upwards to catch his gaze. This time, once he’d caught her eye, she hadn’t looked away. He held her there with a stern gaze, before he took a quick glimpse at his mother before flashing her the nastiest silly face her could muster. At this, she couldn’t help but giggle into her fist. What he had done wasn’t at all humorous, but for some reason, she had laughed. She knew deep down in her heart that it was out of relief, that maybe he was the same, old idiotic Tetsurou from years past. Knowing this just made their arrangement all the more sweet.

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I’m back with Adrinette Month Day 12: Childhood Friends! I’ve been working on this AU for a little while, and plan on turning it into a multi-chapter fic when I have time. 

Also on Ao3
Inspired by Matt Nathanson’s song Faster
You can’t tell me Marinette wouldn’t have a fashion/aesthetic blog.


Six years ago.
“Don’t cry, Marinette,” Adrien said, brushing back her bangs to see her wiping away her tears. “I’ll be gone for a long time, but I promise I’ll keep in touch.”

“I know I shouldn’t be crying. I mean, with everything you’re going through, I should be the one comforting you, but I’m going to miss you so much!" Marinette threw her arms around Adrien and cried into his shoulder. She couldn’t seem to stop.

"I’ll come back for you,” Adrien said, rubbing her back. “And when I do, we can be together forever. We’ll even get married." 

Marinette giggled through her tears. "You’ve been watching too many movies, Adrien.”

“Adrien,” M. Agreste’s assistant called from the car, “It’s time to leave now. Your father is waiting.”

Marinette reluctantly let go of her best friend. “Email me when you get there.”
Adrien, feeling bold at the prospect of missing her, kissed her on the cheek before turning away. He glanced back over his shoulder and gave her a sad smile. “I’m going to keep my promise.”

Marinette grinned. “Take care of yourself.”

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The Battle of Hogwarts- Draco x Reader

“I’m going to take you to Hogsmeade one day.” Draco Malfoy said laying on the lap of his girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N. The two met every night in the astronomy tower. She, a muggleborn Hufflepuff and he a pureblood prince. Y/N looked up from her book laughing. “ Oh could you imagine the scandal? I can hear it now ‘ Pureblood prince spotted with mudblood girl. His father will hear of this!’” Draco bursted into laughter. “ I can’t believe I ever said that!” Y/N wiped tears from her eyes. “ You did and you a hundred percent meant it.” He looked up at her gentle eyes. “ You and I will go hand and hand and we won’t care who’s watching.” Y/N smiled and kissed him gently. “ Deal.”

That was years ago. The two were standing in Hogsmeade but, not as a happy couple. The cobblestone streets full of happy childhood memories was empty of all life. The dementor’s black aura hung in the streets. Y/N steadied Draco’s quivering hands. The two ducked inside Honeydukes. They headed swiftly towards the passageway. This was how Y/N smuggled supplies to Dumbledore’s Army.

Y/N and Draco watched as tired and terrified students shuffled down the hallways. “ Clear.” Y/N whispered opening the statue. Draco grew nervous knowing his old classmates would be here. He was the traitor of Hogwarts. The room of requirements opened slowly. Students were scattered around the room in makeshift cots. “ Y/N!” A familiar of Y/N’s best friend Neville Longbottom welcomed her. But, once students caught the gaze of Draco was the calm was gone. The entire room lifted and pointed their wands at Draco. “ Stop! Stop! He’s with me!” Y/N yelled running in front of Draco. “ Why the hell should we trust this bloody traitor?!” Seamus Finnigan yelled covered in cuts and bruises. Draco’s heart sunk. He’s right. Why would these people trust him? He helped make all of this possible. “ He is with me! If you want my help you will at least give him a chance!” Y/N uncharacteristically spat back at Seamus. Neville turned to the students. “ You heard her! Wands down! We got more important things to do then bicker amongst ourselves.”

Draco sunk down the wall watching Y/N mending other students. This was it. He couldn’t avoid the fighting anymore. He wanted peace. Peace from war and peace of mind. Y/N laid a soft hand on his cheek. “ Are you alright?” Y/N asked with a weak smile. “Promise you’ll stay with me? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.” Y/N sat beside him. “ We’ll be together…are you sure you’re going to be able to fight…them?” At once Draco knew what she meant. He knew these death eaters. Some of them were his own family. “ If it’s between my life and theirs i’ll choose my own.” Y/N nodded. She laid her head on Draco’s shoulder. Both of them enjoying the last moments of peace.

BANG! The sound of old stone walls crumbling. The corridor where Y/N and Draco first met was full of crumbled stone. Y/N brushed plaster and stone out of Draco’s now disheveled platinum hair. “ Are you alright Lovely?” Draco asked inspecting Y/N for signs she was hurt. “ I’m alright-” BANG! A spell cast sent the ceiling crashing down.

Draco slowly opened his eyes. Feeling a warm wetness he placed his hand on his pale forehead. Blood. He looked around still in shock. Stones piled high covered the corridor. The only thing Draco could hear was the ringing sound in his ears. Then a moment of clarity. Y/N. He scanned the hallways. Through blurred vision he couldn’t make out another person. “ Y/N?! Y/N!” Draco staggered upright. “ Draco! I’m on the other side!” Draco looked through a small opening to the other side of the wall of debris. Y/N beautiful H/C hair was now stained with blood. “ Listen to me Draco, we’ll meet near the grand hall.” Y/N said with noticeable fear in her shaking voice. “ No, you’ll be sent into the heat of this mess. I’ll just pull out some rocks-” “ No! What if it collapses and kills us both. I’ll be okay. I promise.” Draco knew he had no choice. “ You better live! I’ll have no one to go down the aisle with!” He said in a joking tone hating to see Y/N so distressed. “ You won’t have to! See you on the other side.”

Draco weaved in a out of terrified students heading to the brunt of the fighting at the grand hall. Death eaters hurled their spells at him. Nothing could phase him. Get to Y/N and get there alive. Finally after an unexpected duel ended in his favour he arrived at the Grand Hall. Draco scoured the grand hall occupants.Y/N was nowhere to be found. Fear gripped his heart. I knew I should have just destroyed the rubble or made her wait there while I went around. Draco thought panicking. Suddenly a flash of H/C hair grabbed his attention. “ Draco!” She yelled. Her usually comforting E/C eyes full to the brim with tears. For once in his life Draco didn’t care what the world expected of him. She was alive. She was here.

Y/N nearly knocked the air out of Draco when she ran into his arms. “ Are you alright?! Does anything hurt?!” Y/N nodded burying her head in his chest. She was okay. A blur of black appeared behind Y/N. The unwelcome face of Bellatrix Lestrange stared back of Draco. He flashed back to the moment to where he found Y/N being tortured in his family home. “My, Mr Malfoy. The mudblood you stole from me eh?” Bellatrix asked in a mocking skrill voice. Draco pulled Y/N behind him and drew his wand. “ Oh you’re brave now I see. Wanting to hurt your auntie because I played with your toy without asking? How childish.” Bellatrix laughed. Y/N shivered at the laugh. “ Leave us alone.” Draco said staying firm arms up shaking. Bellatrix began to laugh then catching the two off the guard with a curse to the their feet. Narrowly dodging Y/N managed to stun Bellatrix. She grabbed Draco’s hand. “ Run!”

The two managed to catch their breathe hiding in a empty classroom. “ Are you alright?”Y/N asked gently touching his warm cheek. “ I’m as good as I can be.” Y/N nodded. The two sat under a desk. “ This was our history of magic class. Do you remember passing notes to one another?” Draco smiled slightly. “ I do. When no one was watching I passed you love letters. It was the only class we sat near one another.” Y/N smiled remembering the shy boy passing her a letter in class not being able to wait till night fell where they could meet to talk to her. “ Lovely…if the opportunity arises that you can be spared and I can’t. Please promise me you’ll take it.” “Draco-” “Please. Promise me. I just need to hear you promise.” Y/N looked at the ground. “ I promise. But, you have to promise you’ll live so we can get married like you promised.” Y/N could barely finish her sentence without choking on tears. “I promise. Now lets save our school.”

“ Harry Potter is dead!” Those words made Y/N shake and shake even harder hearing the gut wrenching cries of those who loved him. She stood watching Draco a few paces in front of her. She could feel his fear. Draco stared at the group of death eaters. There stood his parents. He could feel his mother’s heartbreak through her expressive eyes. Voldemort asked if anyone would like to change sides and join him. His eyes fell to Draco. Draco’s heart froze as the piercing eyes looked right through him. “ Mr Malfoy. You are free to join us. I know your parents would love to have you back by their side.” Y/N could feel Draco’s hesitation. “Draco!” His mother cried. The pain in her voice broke Y/N’s heart. In that moment Narcissa wasn’t begging as a death eater but, begging as a mother who would do anything to keep her son safe. Draco felt his heart tear into two. A part of him wanted to please his parents whom he had admired and loved his whole life. The other half wanted Y/N and himself to live together in peace free from the Malfoy family expectations. “ Well?” Voldemort asked impatiently. Draco looked back at Y/N. Her beautiful Y/E/C eyes begged him to stay.

He walked to Y/N’s side, Draco defiantly held Y/N’s hand not taking his eyes off of Voldemort. Y/N gripped Draco’s hand back and tried her best to be as brave as Draco was. “Draco-!” His mother begged before being cut off by her husband pulling her back into line with the other death eaters. “ Mr Malfoy has made his decision and the rest of you?” Voldemort asked frustrated at Draco’s betrayal. The students and teachers stood strong. Draco saw Harry breathe from the corner of his eye. He was alive. Draco made his way to the front of the crowd. Get Harry a wand. Y/N and the student boy watched as Harry began to sprint. Draco and Harry made eye contact. He threw Harry a wand and grabbed Y/N’s hand and began to run inside the school.

Draco was exhausted from fighting all night. He just wanted to go home. Y/N sat Draco down in the half destroyed classroom. “ Sit down you look faint. I’ll find you some water-” “ No. just please stay with me.” Y/N nodded and sat beside him. She gently prayed Harry would end this fighting. Her ears rang from the sound of curses hitting walls and people screaming. Then seemly out of nowhere. Silence. Y/N didn’t know whether to trust this silence. “ Voldemort is dead!” She heard a group of students down the hall. Y/N eyes grew wide. Was it over? Draco pulled Y/N and heading down the hall. Their they saw people crying tears of happiness and tears of grief. It was over. The fighting was over.

Y/N and Draco stood in the rubble that was the astronomy tower. Where the two secretly met every night, where they fell in love, where they shared their first kiss, where they laughed until they cried and, where for the first time in his life Draco felt truly happy. It was sad to see it gone. The two knew this would be the last time they would be at the tower together. Y/N reached out to hold Draco’s hand. “Are you ready to say good bye?” Draco asked. Y/N smiled. “ Yes, this place will always hold a special place in my heart. This is where we fell in love after all.” Draco laughed a little. “Where we broke about a thousand rules.” Y/N lay her head on Draco’s shoulder. “Now what?” Draco sighed. “ We go home. We help rebuild. We rest ,and most importantly we get married. But, first I wanna take you somewhere.”

Draco lifted his hands covering Y/N’s eyes. The two stood in the mostly empty streets of Hogsmeade. Y/N turned around giving Draco a confused look. “ Do you remember years ago I promised we would go to Hogsmeade together? We wouldn’t have a care in the world and we wouldn’t care who watched us. Well, I don’t know the next time we’ll be here so.” Draco extended his hand. Y/N giggled and grabbed his hand. The two walked down the streets of Hogsmeade together. The pureblood prince and his muggle born princess, without a care in the world. They didn’t care who was watching as long as they were together.

ragingscooter  asked:

Use the words 'fondant' 'shitballs' and 'tent' in a ficlet please.

Holly is sitting in the middle of the loungeroom surrounded by a wall of wedding presents when she hears Gail enter gagging.

“This fondant tastes like shitballs,” Gail says as she drops onto the sofa, taking another bite of cake anyway.

Holly tears the wrapping paper off the nearest present and balls it up and throws it at Gail’s head. “Stop eating it then.”

“Can’t. It’s bad luck not to finish wedding cake.” Gail spurts crumbs as she speaks and Holly thinks it would almost be laughable if it wasn’t so endearing.

“And who told you that?”

“Boob Job.”

“Since when do you listen to Boob Job- I mean, Lisa.”

“I don’t. It’s just…” Gail shrugs her shoulders as she picks aimlessly at the uneaten cake in her lap. The forlorn expression that appears on her face moves Holly to join her on the sofa.

“Honey?” Holly prompts, wiping the crumbs from her wife’s cheek.

Gail looks at her with worry. “You married me, Holly. Me. We need all the luck we can get.”

Holly shakes her head. “I know who I married and she’s the most worthy, thoughtful, and fucking beautiful human being I’ve ever had the privilege of being with.” Holly catches a glimpse of a half smile. “Marrying you was the best decision I ever made. We don’t need luck. Besides, I don’t believe in it. I do believe in you and me, though. You hear me?”

Gail sighs. “I hear you.”

“Good. Now stop eating that disgusting fondant and help me open the presents, okay?”

“Okay.” Gail places the cake on the side table and then wraps her arms around Holly’s waist, burrying her head into the comfort of Holly’s neck. “I love you,” she says as something on the floor catches her eye. “What is that?” she points at the blue canvas bag.

“Oh. Nick and Juliette got us a tent. Cool huh? Now we can go ca-”

Gail smothers her hand over Holly’s mouth. “Don’t you dare say the the ‘C’ word or this marriage will be over before it’s even started.”

Holly laughs, and despite how ridiculous the threat sounds, makes a mental note to add the tent to their donations pile.

Champagne Supernova

Some day you will find me

Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky

“Are you kidding me? Jackson, it’s the afternoon of our day off, you know how rare these are… Why are we not leaving?”

“Be quiet… I don’t want anyone to see us…”

“Do you think I do? It’s been only two weeks and I’m still receiving deathly stares in any room I walk into, so I definitely do not need to be seen walking holding your hand in formal wear…”

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Why I, for one, am glad Newt and Tina didn't kiss.

To be honest I sat in my seat hoping they’d kiss because I’m a hopeless romantic, but then I thought that it really wouldn’t have made sense. So let’s look at Tina first. She’s a modern woman. She wears pants in the late 1920’s, she’s well educated, and she has a career. However she’s shy. She isn’t forward in pursuing men and she wouldn’t instigate a kiss with a man she’s only recently met. Then we have Newt. He’s uncomfortable around people. The only woman he’s ever opened up too, Leta Lestrange, broke his heart. She betrayed his friendship which made him afraid to open up again. He’s tentative to fall in love again. He also isn’t positive she feels the same way. What if she was just friendly he didn’t want to ruin that friendship or hurt her in any way. He was also leaving for a long time. What if he never made it back? He couldn’t leave her hanging. Anyway I’m glad he didn’t kiss her. We know they marry so they can kiss all they like later but for now he can just push back her hair romantically.

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married

a bit of percabeth fluff inspired by the song married by emily kinney



It’s totally not Annabeth’s fault that this stupid couch is so uncomfortable and small. It’s not her fault that there’s no room for Percy and her to sit side by side, just like it’s not her fault that his lap is quite possibly her favourite place to sit in the entire world. Especially when her head is buzzing a little bit from wine, which it definitely is now. So she doesn’t quite understand why the girl up the other end of the couch is glaring at them. They’re only twenty, and this is a party, right, so if Annabeth wants to sit on her boyfriend’s lap then she is going to sit on her boyfriend’s lap.

She grabs a handful of candy from the bowl on the coffee table and glares at the girl, hoping that her infamous grey eyes are no less intimidating as she munches on jellybeans. Apparently they’re not, because the girl gets up in a huff and walks off. Even though there’s now a vacant spot on the couch, Annabeth doesn’t move.

“You gonna share those?” Percy says, mouth by her ear. His warm breath sends a shiver down her spine.

“Only the blue ones.” She half-twists towards him, grinning, and pops a blue jellybean into his mouth. He holds her gaze as he chews it, and she sticks her tongue out at him.

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                    ( THE BORGIAS —— SENTENCE STARTERS )


  • “All things are permissible in our dreams.”
  • “Ambition rules this family.”
  • “Am I so hard to love?”
  • “And yet, still, no matter which way I turn, I cannot seem to find that which would make me truly happy.“
  • “As women we control so little of our destiny.”
  • “Beauty can be deadly when well used.”
  • “But this is witchcraft!”
  • “Can one spill blood to rid the world of a greater evil?”
  • “Come back soon.”
  • “Could he/she make you laugh?”
  • “Do I look pleasing?”
  • “Don’t worry. If you’re not dead by now you’ll live.”
  • “Have you fallen for him/her?”
  • “He/she thought he/she could walk through fire.”
  • “He/she is heading as far away from you as possible.”
  • “I have wished him/her dead a thousand times.”
  • “I am afraid of hope.”
  • “I bend my knee to no man.”
  • “I don’t feel safe unless I know you’re nearby.”
  • “I do tend to win whatever battles I fight.”
  • “I will have blood for this.”
  • “If angels can fall from heaven into hell then so we can all.”
  • “If I married a thousand times it would always be the wrong choice.”
  • “Is it murder to defend your mother’s honour?”
  • “It was for the good of the family.”
  • “Know your enemy. Know him better than your friend.”
  • “My soul dies when I imagine never seeing you again.”
  • “Never let me go.”
  • “Not everyone can love like that.”
  • “Promise you’ll hold me.”
  • “Sometimes goodness needs the help of a little badness.”
  • “They can crumble to dust for all I care.”
  • “This world is what we make of it.”
  • “To have my blessing you would need my forgiveness first.”
  • “We’re dancing on your brother’s grave.”
  • “We are facing a battle for our very survival.”
  • “We are family, we love eachother.”
  • “We had no choice.”
  • “What happened to you? You were such a lovely child.”
  • “Whoever gets in the way of your happiness will meet my wrath.”
  • “Why can I not be happy?”
  • “Words can deceive, hearts can deceive but the eyes… we can trust.”
  • “Yes, I will marry him/her.”
  • “You had every choice!”
  • “You may kiss my ring.”
  • “You must cry for me. I have no more tears.”
  • “You will have your war.”

anonymous asked:

Can we both marry space? I love her.

Space is far too vast to take only one wife! She needs us all, she is too full of love and joy and beauty, too full of existence, to focus all her love on only one mortal being. We would be crushed under the weight of her bounty! 

If this was meant to be an anti-honesty hour ask: No, no you may not, I love her and she’s MINE.