This is an epilogue-esque ending to “A Court of Wings and Ruin”, so obviously SPOILER ALERT!
Summary: Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.
Thank you THANK YOU thank you to the wonderful, talented, and overall amazing @feyre-archerons-scrapbook // @the-other-sam for being my Beta reader and pointing out that somehow my brain decided Azriel was a “Shadowslinger” XD She’s seriously the best- everyone follow her!
Why Rhysand will forever be my favorite character.
Okay so one of my favorite scenes in acowar is probably the ending where Feyre was wearing those “lacy underthings” for Rhysand. Why? Because of the color or the nightgown. FEYRE WAS WEARING A RED NIGHT GOWN. RED. NIGHT. GOWN. Back in Acomaf, Tamlin didnt give a crap if she cant look at certain colors and Feyre tells Ianthe she can’t stand the color red. But what does the bitch do? She uses red petals on the aisle on her wedding day causing her to have a panic attack. THE FACT THAT FEYRE WAS WEARING A RED NIGHT GOWN FOR RHYS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL CAUSE FEYRE WAS SO BROKEN WITH WHAT HAPPENED TO HER BUT RHYS HEALED HER SLOWLY. RHYS MADE FEYRE WANT TO PAINT AGAIN WHEN SHE DOESNT EVEN WANT TO PAINT ANYMORE. HE WAS THE MALE WHO WAS WILLING TO GIVE UP EVERYTHING EVEN HIS OWN HAPPINESS JUST SO HIS MATE COULD BE HAPPY (even without feyre knowing they’re mates). RHYSAND WAS SELFLESS, MARVELOUS, AND JUST PERFECT.
This is one of the reason why Rhysand will forever be my favorite character ever. If anyone disagrees, fight me. I’m ready.
Summary: Amidst the champagne, bad food, and terrible bridesmaid dresses could lie the start of a very good love story.
Warning: omg this is the 2nd most cliché thing I’ve ever written
“Y/N! There you are!” Wanda sidles up to you, hands delicately clutching the bottom of her dress so she doesn’t step on it. “We’re having a hairspray crisis.”
You just laugh, adding the finishing touch to your makeup. “There’s another can in my bag. Seriously, though, how much hairspray can four women go through in one day?”
Wanda spills out all the contents of your bag looking for the extra hairspray. She finally finds it and lets out a victory cry, rushing back into the other dressing area. You follow her, laughing to yourself. There’s already a cloud of hairspray forming from where Wanda is attacking Sharon’s hair with it.
Your heart lights up with happiness when you see Natasha. You can’t remember a time when she’s ever glowed this much. Her red hair is perfectly curled, and her ivory dress is impeccable. The skirt hugs to her frame, showing off her physique. The front comes around in a halter neck but her back is left bare. It’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen your friend, and you couldn’t be happier for her.
Summary: Reader x Sirius at the wedding of Lily and James. Both realise that they are with the one they wish to marry, and eventually end up in an intimate proposal situation.
You stiffened your back and caught your breath. Everyone was
smiling at you as you walked towards the aisle, rose petals of pink and peach
whirling around your feet as your long dress flowed around your ankles with
each step. You smiled politely back at them, turning your head slightly to the
left and right as you walked. You were glad that most of them were turning
their attention back to the house above, watching eagerly for a glimpse of
As you stepped closer to the altar, you saw James standing in
front of the aisle, a stupid massive grin on his face. You chortled back at him
as he winked and gave a small thumbs up, his hair an unruly mess, his tux hanging
perfectly on his broad shoulders. You shook your head slightly as he turned his
attention behind you. James will be James. He looked handsome, and nervous, and
cocky, and (most importantly) the happiest you had ever seen him.
Of course there’s a chance of it! I can’t imagine what their wedding would look like. I don’t know if they’re the most traditional, so I would tell people who love weddings not to expect a gown and petals on the aisle. But I think these are people clinging to each other and really diving into love in extreme ways just so that they can feel something nice, and that’s what I liked about that moment — it was a bit of sweetness in the horror.
Pete Nowalk answers the question: Oliver proposed to Connor. Will there be a wedding in Season 4? (x)
Request: Hey there! I hope you’re not too busy with requests and if not I was wondering if you’d mind writing a Fred weasley oneshot please? Like maybe it’s Y/N and Fred’s wedding(after the war&lupin etc lived pls😭) and it’s all cute abd fairytale like with silly things like photo booths,fairy light&like silly carnival stalls and a really emotional Molly and a really cute George best man speech please cause Y/n is his best friend too?
“(Y/N), are you ready?” Hermione asks, standing behind me. I turn to look at my maid of honor and half smile.
“Hermione, I’m so nervous,” I say.
She giggles, “Well, I’d expect so.” She pulls me to my feet and smooths out my dress, takes my hands in hers, and looks me in the eyes. “You can do this, (Y/N).”
I nod and smile, before hugging her. I grab the bouquet from my vanity, and turn back to her. “Then let’s do this.”
He waits patiently at the end of the aisle next to Remus as the bridesmaids and groomsmen process in. As George comes to stand next to Fred, he whispers in his ear, “Just wait, mate. She looks incredible.” Little Teddy Lupin in a tiny tux brings the rings up to meet his father, followed by four-year-old Victoire, the eldest brother’s daughter, delicately tossing white rose petals along the aisle. He looks to the front row of the congregation and locks eyes with his mother, who has tears streaming down her face, but smiling nonetheless. He winks at her, and she feels the most proud of her son than she ever has.
Fred’s grin grows even more and he looks up as (Y/N) rounds the corner in the dark, being escorted by her father. She’s framed by the lights behind her, as the fairies in the bushes try to get a better look at her, too.
Incredible was an understatement. (Y/N) looks like beauty itself, perfect from head to toe, in a magnificent white dress, and her (y/h/c) hair perfectly styled. She immediately looks down the aisle of the white tent and catches Fred’s eye, and both feel their breath hitch in their throat as their hearts leap. (Y/N) is so grateful that her father is there supporting her, because she’s shaking so badly, she feels certain she would fall over without him there. As she and her father reach the end of the aisle, he is in tears. He lifts her veil, kisses her on the cheek, and gives his beloved daughter away to the Groom. Fred takes her trembling hand in his, holding it tight and leads her to the front.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers to her.
She blushes and squeezes his hand, trembling a little less now. And then Remus begins, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today…”
I hear a clink to my right, drawing my attention away from Fred, as his twin stands up from the chair next to me.
“Alright, you lot! Time for my speech!” George says smiling broadly, and Fred releases my fingers, moving his to my back as I turn to look up at George. I move my hand to his knee, and rub my thumb gently back and forth on it, and he lightly traces his fingertips along my back, knowing fully well that it’s my favorite thing in the world.
“I remember the first time Fred and I met (Y/N),” George says, and I immediately blush, knowing the story he’s about to tell. “Third year at Hogwarts and Snape gives both of us detention, and we walk in, expecting it to just be the two of us, and here’s this girl in the room, too. We’d seen her around before, but Fred sits in the seat next to her and asks what she’s in for. She’d charmed all of Snape’s ink to write in changing colors of the rainbow, with sparkles and all.” I start laughing as I remember Snape’s face when he wrote my detention slip in the sparkling rainbow ink, instead of his normal black.
“I could tell right away that (Y/N) was a brilliant and charming witch. But that went out the window with the morning owl when she started dating Fred, because, let’s be honest, mate, she’s totally out of your league. And y’know, if she was gonna date one of us, I expected it to be the better looking twin,” he says, gesturing to himself. Fred and I both laugh, as well as the entire congregation. George continues telling stories about the three of us in our days at Hogwarts, filled with Fred-deprecating humor.
“But honestly, when you look at these two, all you can see is the realest of love, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to call (Y/N) my sister,” George says, looking down at me. I squeeze his hand lightly, and he finishes his speech, “To the bride and groom!”
“To the bridge and groom!” the congregation echoes, and I turn back to my husband. He’s looking at me with so much love, I feel my heart melt all over again.
The music starts playing, and he leads me to the dance floor, and he passes me off to my father, whose face is smiling but tear-stained. My father and I share a dance, and he passes me back to Fred. The music picks up a bit and Fred and I dance together, in our normal silly, excellent way.
After we share a few dances, he pulls me away. “My dad found this thing, and you need to see it,” he says, pulling me toward a little red and white striped booth with a black curtain in front of it.
I giggle as he pulls me in beside him, and there’s a large screen in front of us with our faces. He pulls out a basket of props and finds a veil, which he puts on his head, and a mustache-on-a-stick which he gives to me. I’m now laughing uncontrollably as he presses the button to take our pictures.
We exit the photo booth, and a strip of pictures is printed and he hands it to me. He’s making ridiculous faces in the first two as my face is scrunched up in laughter, the mustache-on-a-stick held in front of me. In the third he’s looking at me with such admiration and love that it’s making me blush. And in the final one, it’s a rather gorgeous shot of us as he brought me in for a kiss.
I bite my lip, tears filling my eyes as I look at the wonderful pictures (which for some reason, are not moving) that perfectly some up my love for this man. My eyes wander up to his, and he’s looking at me with the same look as he did in the third picture.
I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him close to me, and hold up the the strip. “We’re keeping this,” I say before bringing him to me for a kiss.
Summary: Part ½. Bucky made a terrible mistake when he let you walk out that door.
A/N: K, this made me cry.
Contains: Angst, sad shit, someone hating The Notebook??
“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever, every day. You and me…every day.”
“Bullshit.” You snarled through ice-cream-filled lips, narrowing your eyes at the scene unraveling on the television screen in front of your bed. You used to adore The Notebook, referring to it as the “Holy Bible of Romance”, and your heart would swell at the picture perfect relationship between Noah and Allie; but now you only sneered, your stomach convulsing over the lies, the false advertising. How dare he lie to that sweet Allie.
You wrapped your arms around the biggest pillow your king-sized bed had to offer, relishing in the feeling of cool fabric against your skin as you sank into the mound of blankets sheltering your aching form. Your limbs felt like Jello from lack of use, you having only gotten up to pee for the last month having taken a toll on your activeness- something that you used to hold much value to.
i really want hook and ariel to develop a legit brotp though
like, she thinks of him as the big brother she never had and she’s the little sister he never wanted and she insists on giving him unsolicited romantic advice of dubious utility (“ooh, here’s a great present, she’ll love it!” “ariel, love, this is a set of cutlery.”) and she plays his unwanted wingwoman, which she’s actually really good at, because, you know, ariel can’t lie to save her life and she’d have no reason to anyway, so if she’s saying nice things about him, obviously they’re true
and maybe emma thinks they had something going in the missing year and that’s what he’s hiding and she’s trying to snark her way through it (“what would sebastian think?” and “why am i not surprised that you’d get it on with a mermaid?”) but ofc she’s seething with jealousy and ariel has to shut her down but she thinks it’s super-ridiculous because “oh, come on, he gave up his ship to get back to you, it’s not like he’s gonna jump on the first pretty face who walks by” and emma’s just like HE WHAT
and goes to confront him about it and ariel is running after her like “oh fuck i fucked up i fucked up shitshitshit” and before emma can start she’s screaming I’M SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS A SECRET and hook is facepalming so hard because jfc i cannot take you anywhere fuckin’ mermaids i swear
i just want her to become his obnoxious little sister-slash-begrudging best friend-slash-shipper on deck-slash-personal matchmaker ok
Even as a young girl, Evie had a tendency to romanticize everything.
At the market on the Isle, she dreamed that the man who sold rotten vegetables was madly in love with his regular customer, a high-cheeked woman who visted a little too often for “butternut squash”. She hoped that somewhere in her heart, her mother still yearned for Evie’s father, and that they’d get married again someday. The thought of throwing dead rose petals down the aisle for her mother’s wedding made her tingle with happiness at one point in her life.
Though things were different now, especially now that she lived in Auradon, her tendency to romanticize only got worse. Study dates with Doug were romantic lunches under the sun, in her mind. The way she saw it, Chad didn’t want her to do his homework, but was instead infatuated by her glowing beauty. She felt a rush brushing past Jay when they passed each other in the halls between classes, when his smirk and intentional shoulder bump sent her heart racing. Even Ben, with his kind eyes, made her stomach flutter at times.
Only Carlos was exempt from her daze.
Carlos was her first best friend on the Isle, the only one of the foursome who hadn’t snubbed her upon meeting her. Ever since her first day of school, he was there. She’d never done anything cruel to him, as wicked as she may have seemed. In fact, she’d like to think of them both as never having been wicked, not even remotely misbehaved. It wasn’t until they’d combined forces with Mal and Jay that they’d ever been seen as “rotten”, a quality that, while it was perfectly acceptable on the Isle, was frowned upon in Auradon.
They were still friends, of course, but perhaps not as close as before, an idea that nagged at the back of Evie’s mind. She’d left herself completely approachable, of course, but he didn’t seem to notice. As new manager of the tourney team, Carlos’s mind was constantly on the books, and always seemed to ignore Evie’s rather open invites for him to critique her newest designs. She remembered him sitting on the edge of her bed, doe-eyed and fascinated when she’d model her clothes. He had a keen eye for fashion, but he was rewired now, and had other interests. She did too; the Science Fair was rapidly approaching, and she had to focus on her project.
Simply enough, Evie’s project focused on the molecular makeup and chemical reaction between the ingredients of chocolate chip cookies, something that would get her an A+, and be an excuse to eat cookies all day.
She tucked her magic mirror in the pocket of her purse and took a deep breath, standing in the school’s kitchen. “No magic,” she repeated to herself. “You don’t need it. This is a basic… human recipe.” With another sigh, she got back to work, whisking eggs in a large bowl. She whined to herself; this was already too much work. Maybe a little magic won’t hurt…
As if she’d read her mind, Mal entered the kitchen with a sort of hop in her step. “E’!” she sang, a little too sweetly. “Heard you were making cookies.” She closed her eyes and took a deep, dramatic whiff of the air. “Mmm… smells good!”
Evie frowned and looked down at the bowl in front of her, full of runny eggs, yolks dripping down the sides of the bowl. She’d hardly made a dent in the recipe, much less baking anything at all. What Mal could have possibly been smelling, other than another opportunity to be wicked, was beyond her. She rolled her eyes.
“I haven’t even started, Mal. C'mon, what do you want? Spill.”
Mal smiled coyly. “Smart girl.” She pointed to the recipe card in front of Evie. “Cookies, as you know, are the perfect vehicle for a Love Spell.”
Evie raised her eyebrows. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but be surprised at the new, blond Mal, whose inhabitions always got the best of her. Just as Evie had the tendency to romanticize, Mal had the tendency to be rotten whenever she saw the opportunity. She slowly continued whisking, trying to remain casual, masking her curiousity.
Mal traced her finger along the edge of the counter and smirked. “Carlos. He’s been such a bore lately.” She sighed wistfully. “He needs some fun.”
Evie’s curiousity sparked again. “Fun with who?” she pryed again, hoping the answer might be her. She immediately regretted even thinking something so selfish, but it was just in her nature.
Mal shrugged, tossing back a handful of chocolate chips. “I dunno. The first person he sees.” She snickered after a moment. “If he saw Dude, nothing would change. He’s already in love!”
Evie smiled at the idea of this. Dude was Carlos’s best friend; she never thought she’d live to see the day that Carlos de Vil fell in love with a dog.
An idea flickered dully in her mind for a moment and vanished within seconds, only to return with a prismatic glow.
She would be the first to see Carlos after he ate the cookie.
She smiled sweetly at Mal, whose green eyes were aglow with mischief. “Deal.”
“What’s this for?”
Carlos stared at the bag of warm cookies, and while he trusted Evie, all kids, even VK’s, didn’t take treats from other villains. Basic rule of survival.
Evie smiled. “They were leftover from my science project batch. Try them! I need to know if they’re good or not. I need to get on my teacher’s good side.”
Carlos didn’t hesitate to pop a whole cookie in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “Good. Could use a little more chocolate, though.”
She dismissed his comment quickly. “Yeah, yeah, Mal ate most of the chips.” She wrinkled her nose. “You good…?”
He shrugged, unchanged. “I’m fine, why?”
Before the stunned girl could reply, Carlos peered behind her at the flurry of students rushing to class, his eyes widening.
“Crap! Sorry E’, I’m gonna be late to class, I’ll talk to you later!” He scurried off in the hoarde of students, leaving behind a bewildered Evie, who wasn’t the least bit concerned with getting to class now.
Evie couldn’t concentrate in chemistry when it was clear that her own chemistry with Carlos had been a flop. Even if she never intended on pursuing Carlos, the feeling of not getting what she wanted was irritating, to say the least. Now, she was infatuated with the idea of him trailing behind her like a puppy dog, and, with the way she adored him, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with him. Still, she filed through all of the things that could have possibly gone wrong, jotting them along the margin of her notes in her usual, loopy cursive.
1.) The spell didn’t work! ☹
2.) Our friendship is SO platonic that the spell was NOT strong enough! ☹ x2
Either way, Evie was extremely disappointed, distraught even.
After class, it was evident that something was still bothering her, possibly even more than before, after the initial shock.
Mal raised her eyebrows in concern. “What’s biting you, E’?”
Evie huffed. “It didn’t work,” she muttered quietly.
Mal smirked. “Sounding very disappointed for someone who doesn’t like him.”
Evie blushed, even brighter than the already dutifully applied blush already present. “Shut up. It’s just weird. He just acted… normal. Like nothing had changed.”
Mal bit her lip thoughtfully, and, after a moment’s thought, her eyes glowed green with excitement. “That’s because nothing did change! We made the spell correctly, he’s just in LOVE with you!”
Mal rolled her eyes. “Think about it. You’re the only girl he’s ever been attached to. You constantly flirt with him without ever realizing it. He’s hopeless, and so are you. Can’t you see it?”
Evie bit her lip and gave it some thought. Maybe there was a reason that he’d accepted her every whim; that he was there for her at any hour and could listen to her for hours, regardless of what she was babbling about.
Maybe she needed someone like that.
Her face reddened even more at this revalation. “You think so?” She habitually straightened her clothes and smoothed out her hair. “Sh-should I go talk to him? Do I look okay? Nevermind, I know I do.” Before she knew it, she was blabbering nervously.
Carlos approached from the corner of her eye. “Talk to who? Another boy, Evie?” he teased. She processed his words for a moment, trying to listen for even a faintly present tinge of jealously in his voice.
She quickly composed herself. “I was talking about you, actually,” she stated, boldly, on impulse. His face instantly lightened. “Oh. What about?”
She blushed. “Do you like me? Like at all?” She nearly broke out into a nervous sweat, which was very much unlike her. “S-sorry if thats a weird question… it’s just…” She looked around for assistance and only found the amused stare of Mal, still by her side. She grabbed onto her and thrust her forward, much to the purple haired girl’s surprised. “… Mal wanted to know! Because she thinks so. But it’s totally cool if you don’t… duh.”
Carlos stared for a while with a blank expression at the two clearly anxious girls before him, before breaking out into a grin.
“I know you guys tried to prank me. With the cookies.”
Both girls released heavy sighs. Mal wrinkled her nose.
“So what, you reversed the spell somehow?”
He shook his head adamantly. “No, I-” He paused, and his face reddened, realizing what he was admitting. “I-I mean yeah…! Ben, he uh…”
Mal flicked a dismissive hand at him. “You’re an awful liar, Carlos.” She turned on her heels and bounded away, going to catch up with Ben, leaving the two awkward and breathless teens alone.
Evie blushed, at a loss for words. She looked down at her feet bashfully. “Do you… love me?” she whispered, apprehensively. She’d never been so vunerable in her life.
Carlos blushed. “I thought you knew that.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling misplaced now. “You have a lot of better options though, Evie.”
She felt her face warm up under the comfort and familiarity of Carlos’s voice. She knew now, this was what she needed. She reached out and gingerly held his hand.
“You know I think you’re as much a prince as anyone else here, and then some.” She squeezed his hand tighter, like a firm reassurance. “Okay?”
He nodded and blushed furiously. “I know. I think the same of you. B-but, like, as a princess! Obviously.” He stumbled nervously over his words, staring at her like a lovesick puppy, now that he had nothing to hide.
She smiled, ear to ear now. “We’re gonna give us a try,” she whispered. With that, they walked to class, hand in hand, hearts full of the purest love either could imagine.
For once, one of Mal’s schemes paid off. Big time.
Maybe something wedding related? Maybe Josh and y/n planning their wedding or actually getting married or their wedding night. Something cute!
The way I wrote this was a bit different than my normal
writing style, but I hope you enjoy! Also, apologies for how short it is, I was
happy with how it ended and I didn’t want to draw it out. Thanks for
requesting; I had so much fun writing this!
Wedding (A Josh Dun
Everything had led up to this moment. When he’d nervously
asked you out for the first time after spotting you at a concert. Your first
kiss in the back row of the movie theatre. The time he surprised you with a
camera for your birthday. When he’d bent down on one knee in the park and asked
you to spend the rest of your life with him. Everything from squeezing into
wedding dresses to choosing cake flavors had all led up to this moment.
Standing there in front of the closed doors of the chapel,
you felt yourself swelling with more emotion than you’d ever felt in your
entire life. Your stomach fluttered with nerves and apprehension, but the
overwhelming feeling of pure exhilaration was enough to make you forget about
your fears. Today your life was going to change forever.
Soft, elegant music began to play as the doors to the
sanctuary slowly opened, letting you get a glimpse of your soon-to-be husband
standing at the altar.
Josh looked spectacular. The stylish suit and combed hair
were such a contrast to his everyday t-shirt and bedhead look, it was almost
comical. The look on his face was one you’d never seen before, so genuine and
full of emotion; it mirrored what he saw on yours.
As you followed the rose-petal trail down the aisle, you
tried to focus on it all, to take it all in. There were so many sights, sounds,
feelings; you wanted to capture them all like a snapshot in your mind. You never
wanted to forget this moment.
Stepping up to meet Josh at the altar, your eyes met as he
took your hands in his.
“Wow…” He breathed, his eyes dancing with awe.
“You look fantastic.”
Too overwhelmed with emotion to speak, you just stared up at
him in wondrous unbelief. This was happening. Everything had led up to this
moment. You were entering the next chapter of your life, a wonderful chapter
spent with your best friend.
The vows began. As you and Josh spoke each word, each
promise, your voices shaking with emotion, you’d never meant anything more in
your entire life.
“Joshua William Dun, do you take Y/N to be your wife to
have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for
poorer, in sickness, in health, and to love and cherish until death do you
“I do.” Josh’s hands were shaking in yours, his
voice breaking, the smile across his face truer than any you’d ever seen
You promised the same, and Josh slipped the ring gently onto
your finger. It was official. Your life has changed forever.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you pressed your lips against
his soft ones in a warm embrace. As he wrapped his arms around your neck, the
pounding in your chest echoed the fluttering in your stomach. The kiss only
lasted a few seconds but it felt like a blissful eternity. An eternity that was
far too short.
As you finally let go, tears in your eyes, swelling with
emotion, you realized how lucky you were to be spending the rest of your life
with your best friend. Sure, the road ahead would have its rough patches, but
you knew in that moment that you’d never regret this decision. This would be a
day you’d both remember for the rest of your lives.
Summary: Your friend Lauren and yourself are having the best time at a Supernatural convention. You meet Jared and Jensen in the photo op, and they’re just as awesome as you imagined. Jensen is charming and you seem to click right away. But as life goes, you sadly have to say goodbye. During the panel, however, the unexpected happens….
A/N: IT’S HERE!!!! THE WEDDING!!!!! I spent forever on this chapter, so I hope you like it! <3
You wake up on the morning of your wedding to an empty bed. You haven’t seen Jensen since last night’s rehearsal dinner. He stayed at Jared’s and you’re at your house.
You’re feeling absolutely fine until you attempt to get out of bed. Three steps out of bed, your stomach twists into knots. Nerves hit you like a brick wall and you sprint the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Once you’re done throwing up, you feel a bit better, but still uneasy. Taking relaxing baths have always helped you in the past, so that’s what you do now.
Nerves ebbing away, you check your phone. About halfway through scrolling through the bridesmaids’ group chat, your phone starts to play ‘Carry On Wayward Son.’
Requested by anonymous. I took the wedding vows from traditional Celtic vows.
You smoothed over your dress for the millionth time in the last ten minutes, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The white gown brought out a glow in your skin color. Asgardian women came in to help you with the armor that would adorn your dress and they helped braid your hair.
Now your white gown was set off by the intricate braids running through your hair and the gold armor across your waist and on your sleeves. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the mirror, both in awe of your beauty and nerves about the ceremony.
“You look beautiful.” You turned around and saw Thor standing in the doorway. You smiled and walked towards him, enveloping him in your arms.
“Loki is a lucky man,” Thor said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Jane walked into the room behind him and rolled her eyes.
“You do look absolutely stunning, Y/N,” she said, hugging you as well.
“Thank you. So do you,” you said, taking in Jane’s long purple gown that looked like it was woven out of water. Jane and Thor exchanged a glance and he nodded.
“I should go and help Loki. I’ll see you out there,” he said, kissing your cheek once more before leaving. As the door closed, you fell down into the chair next to you. Jane smiled and walked over to you.
“Nervous?” You nodded enthusiastically and she laughed. “Don’t worry, I was, too,” she said, glancing down at the sparkling jewel on her finger.
“What if I forget the vows?”
“You’ve been studying them for weeks now, you won’t,” Jane reassured.
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know when you get up there and see Loki, you’ll forget all about how uncomfortable the armor is, how much pressure you’re under, about all the customs you have to remember, and it will all come naturally.” You let out a breath and hugged Jane tightly.
“Thank you, Jane.”
You took one more deep breath as you stood outside the golden doors in front of you. You can do this, you told yourself. You fiddled with the metal arm bands as you waited for the ceremony to commence.
At the sound of the creaking door, you drew your hands together and waited to step into the room. Asgardian weddings were very different than any wedding you had ever gone to. Instead of having a young girl leave a trail of petals down the aisle, a row of guard with swords facing the ground awaited you.
You couldn’t see Loki yet, but you weren’t about to let your nerves get the better of you. As you took your first step forward, the music returned to the halls and you felt your confidence surge. As you walked towards the first guardsman, you uttered one of the phrases you had been practicing for weeks now perfectly.
“Arise, great warrior of Asgard, for I mean you no harm.” With a sweep of his hand, the guard moved his sword into the air. The others followed suit until they had made a tent of swords for you. You smiled at the first guard and continued walking.
After clear in the guards, you finally saw your husband to be. He smiled at you and your heart sped up. You made it to the foot of the staircase in front of the thrones and took Odin’s outstretched arm.
“You look beautiful, my dear,” he said, patting your hand. “Frigga would have loved to seen this.”
“I know she is watching us,” you said as you reached the top of the stairs. Loki was only a few feet away and you couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. Odin led you to his adopted son and placed your hand in his. He gave your hand a slight squeeze, and just looking at him, you could tell he was nervous, too.
You kept your eyes on Loki, barely listening to the words Odin was speaking. All you could pay attention to was the bluish green of his eyes. You only snapped out of your trance when Odin said it was time for your vows. You took a deep breath and mustered up all of your courage.
“You cannot possess me for I belong to myself. But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give.
”You cannot command me for I am a free person. But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand.
“I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night. And the eyes in which I smile to in the morning. I pledge to you the first bite of my meat, and the first drink from my cup.
”I pledge to you my living and dying, equally in your care, and tell no stranger our grievances. This is my marriage vow to you. This is a marriage of equals.“
Loki smiled at you and gave your hand another squeeze before reciting the words back to you, fire behind his eyes at every word. Once he finished, you finally looked at Odin as he spoke.
“Now so be these two, forever bound in matrimony,” he thundered. Applause exploded across the room as Loki wrapped you in his arms and kissed you with the most passion and fire he ever had.
“I love you he said breathlessly as he pulled away.
"I love you, too,” you said as he dipped you once more to kiss you.
The feast that followed your wedding was one of the largest and grandest that Asgard had ever seen. Common folk and royals alike dined and danced together. Even a few of your Avengers friends could make it for your day.
You and Loki were placed at the head of the table, a spot that was usually reserved for the king and queen. Although the party was filled with people, you and Loki could barely take your eyes off one another.
Anyone watching could see how in love the two of you were. You both smiled and laughed at each other, even if what the other was saying wasn’t humorous. Loki showered you with affectionate kisses to your temple, lips, and cheek, and your hand never left his all night.
Eventually, Jane and Thor broke the two of you apart and made you go interact with some of your guests. You ran over to your family who looked out of place among the gods.
“That was a beautiful ceremony.” You turned and saw Steve and Tony standing in front of you. You ran up to hug them both.
“I’m so glad you guys could make it!”
“You look absolutely stunning,” Tony added. Steve nodded in agreement.
“You do. Loki is a lucky man.” You blushed and smiled.
“Trust me, I’m the lucky one,” you said, gazing across the room to where Loki was conversing with a few Asgardians. He looked up just as you did and smiled at you.
“I’m glad you found one another.” You smiled once more at the men before strolling across the room.
Forget about what Jane said about the armor being uncomfortable. It only seemed to make you more confident and stronger. You interrupted Loki from his group and they gladly shooed him away to you.
“Care for a dance?” you asked.
“I would love that.” Loki led you out onto the wide ballroom floor and placed his hand at your waist. “Have I told you how marvelous you look?” he asked as music started up in the hall.
“You didn’t have to. Your eyes betray you, my love. They show how much you love and want me,” you teased, whispering in his ear. Loki laughed and pulled you closer.
“I promise that much more than my eyes will prove how much I love you tonight,” he flirted back, leaving a kiss on your neck and a flush on your face.