rose petal aisle

Azriel, what did you do?

Azriel (with Cassian, Mor, and Amren) was trapped in Velaris for 50 years, knowing his best friend and High Lord’s life was in extreme danger. He sent Nuala and Cerridwen with Rhys. Their position as the only other members of the Night Court party to know of the existence of Velaris speaks to the trust, loyalty, and fear that prompted him to send them along and not just some random maids from the Court of Nightmares. He gave Rhys two wraiths he could trust.

Fifty years later, Rhysand returns, visibly shaken.

Fifty years later, Nuala and Cerridwen return, and probably get to spend their next WEEK giving a detailed, in-depth account of everything to Azriel.

Particularly that human-turned-fae and her role in freeing Rhys. Especially the part where Rhys showed special interest and care towards her. Not to mention the gruesome details of what Rhys endured at Amarantha’s hand and on her bed.

Azriel mentions having spies in every Court, and even going out on his own when needed. Even though he’d be happy to have Rhys back and an entire Court to drag back under control, it’d be irresponsible for Azriel to not at least have some eyes on Feyre, even as a curiosity.

And as such, he probably picked up a few useful nuggets of information (including what her triggers might be). Maybe even figured out what Feyre and Rhys were to one another.

No one ever claims responsibility, so my question is this::

What are the odds Azriel sprinkled the red rose petals on the aisle that stopped Feyre from marrying Tamlin? His way of helping Rhys get the ‘Happily Ever After’ owed to him by the Cauldron, in such a way he knew Rhysand would never approve of…

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Just something to note:: Rhys mentions he and Cassian had plans to get piss drunk the day of the wedding, not that Cassian knew the reason. Where was Azriel?

Bouquets and Clichés

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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.

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An Elucien Epilogue (ACOTAR fanfic)

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!

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Coffee and Calligraphy- Part 9- Vows

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Word Count: 1434


As they make their way through January, the little bits of the wedding begin to fit together. “Hey, Phil. I just thought of something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“What will our last name be?” 

“Hm.” Phil hesitates. “For some reason I assumed we’d just keep my name. You know, I’m kinda the male in the relationship.” He buffs his chest up and deepens his voice when he says this, and Dan laughs. 

“Although that was pathetic, you make a good point.” He thinks on this for a moment. “Daniel Lester.” He nods. “Good suggestion.” 


The month of February creeps up on Dan and Phil. Each day they live is a day closer to when they’ll be married. The planner is handling everything perfectly, and they have a honeymoon to the Bahamas completely planned out. Everything is great. Except Dan’s part. 

All he could think was ‘you had one job!’ because he really does only have one job. And he’s doing a horrible job of completing it. All he has to do is write his vows. Yet he can’t do it. For some reason, he can’t figure out how to say it. He really doesn’t even know what he has to say. 

Dan’s spread out on the bed, lacking motivation. He’s made a snow angel out of balls of paper, each one full of discarded vows. Who knew it would be so hard? 

“What the hell am I to do? How am I to express my love for this spork when I’ve already done it in every way possible?” He writes this down, but then crumples it up. “Too cliche.” 

“You okay in here?” Phil opens the door and stares at the bed. He can barely see the duvet. “You look like a true writer.”

“Thanks.” Dan sighs. 

“I’m sure something will come to you?” 

“When?” 


Dan sits on the car ride to Phil’s parents’ house, still struggling to write vows. The wedding is in a day, and he’s staring at a completely blank paper. “Phil, what do I do?” 

The driver looks over at Dan. “What do you mean?”

“The wedding is tomorrow, and I haven’t written a word of my vows!” He sighs, hopeless. 

Phil takes a deep breath. “Dan, why are you marrying me?” Dan opens his mouth to answer, but is cut off. “Don’t tell me. Tell the paper.” Dan writes down three simple words. 

I love you. 

Well, it’s a start.


It’s mid-afternoon when they arrive, and Dan immediately locks himself up in the Lesters’ spare bedroom. He starts scribbling on the paper. It’s then that he suddenly remembers the meaning of the word vow. Dan writes down lines and lines of reasons why he’s marrying Phil, and all the things he’ll do for Phil when they’re married. And for the first time, Dan’s satisfied with his vows. 

He emerges from the room, beaming triumphantly. “Excuse my quick exit. I had to write something down.” He smiles directly at Phil, walking over and sitting down beside him on the couch. “I’ll be around now.” 


The day passes quickly. Dan and Phil spend the afternoon talking to Phil’s parents and watching as workers set up the backyard. “Do you think we should go somewhere where we can’t watch?” Dan asks. “You know, make it a surprise for tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” Phil agrees. “Hey Mum, when will dinner be ready?” he yells into the kitchen. 

“In a few minutes!” 

“There, we can go eat dinner.”

“Good, I’m starving. And your mum is a much better cook than either of us.” They chuckle. 

“You’re not wrong.” The dinner is amazing, as expected. They head to bed full and separate. “It’s tradition,” Phil says. Dan sleeps in the guest room he wrote his vows in a few hours earlier, and Phil sleeps in his old room. Well, Phil sleeps. Dan sits awake thinking about the wedding. Is he ready? Can he really promise to spend the rest of his life with Phil? Dan’s never been much of an optimist. 

He eventually wills himself to sleep, but only for an hour. Dawn rises and so does Dan. He remains in his room with his phone, unsure of whether or not he should leave. Finally he opens the door and peers around the corner. Phil is nowhere to be found, so he makes his way into the kitchen. “Good morning, Dan.” Phil’s mum is waiting there for him. “Here’s your breakfast. Phil’s getting ready. When you’re done, you can go back to your room and get ready yourself.” Dan takes the plate of bacon and eggs in the shape of a smiley face and grins. Phil’s mum is the sweetest to him. He eats his breakfast graciously and heads to his room to get dressed. 

In the mirror, Dan admires himself in his wedding tux. He can’t believe the day has finally come. A knock comes on the door. “Yeah?” 

“It’s time!” Phil’s mum calls in, and Dan opens the door. She smiles a caring smile that only mothers have. “You look wonderful. Thank you, Dan. You’ve made my son happy, through all of this. And that’s all I ever could have asked for.” 

Dan smiles back softly. “You’re welcome. He’s all I ever could have asked for.” The two step out of the room, walking side by side to the backyard. 

“Are you ready, Dan?” He nods and she steps out into the yard, heading to her seat. Dan is left alone. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing himself to open the doors and see his wedding. To see the decorated backyard. To see Phil. The music begins to play, and the door is opened. Dan’s eyes open as he takes the first step into the grass. 


Phil tears up. He can’t help but admire his soon-to-be husband as he marches down the rose-petal lined aisle. His chestnut hair is naturally wavy, and his eyes glisten in the February sunlight. Suddenly snow begins to fall on them, and Phil can’t help but to catch a flake on his tongue. Dan smiles, doing the same. The few guests giggle as Dan reaches Phil at the front of the crowd. 

Clouds block the sun as the snowfall continues. Both boys are more entertained by the falling snow creating a beautiful bed of white on the ground than their own wedding. When it comes time for them to say their vows, each of them are jolted back to attention and pull a few index cards out of their suit pockets. 

Phil speaks first. “Dan, you’ve brought me back to life. Before I met you, I was a young writer fighting both cancer and his own brain. I was alone, simply waiting for the end to come. But you came along and made my life worth living again. I want to be with you…” He pauses. “until the very end.” Dan’s tears begin to fall. “Daniel James Howell, I take you to be my husband. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. For as long as I’m on this earth, and who knows how long that will be, you’ll be number one in my book. I love you.” Dan attempts to pull himself together to read his own vows. 

“Phil…” he stutters, attempting to calm himself down from how hard-hitting Phil’s vows were. “From the moment I saw you in the cafe for the first time, I knew you were the one. I loved you from the first time we spoke, and I would never let you go. I take you, Philip Michael Lester, to be my husband…” Dan stopped just as Phil did. They each took a page out of each other’s books, and neither knew. “until the very end. From your better days to your worst, I’ll be here to take care of you. I’m here to fight your battles with you and hold you up if you fall. And even as we pass the very end, I will always feel just as I do today. I love you, Phil.” 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the groom.” A voice speaks from their side, but they don’t pay attention. They’re too entranced with each other at this point to even tilt their heads. All they catch of the phrase is “kiss”, and that’s all they need. The kiss is soft and short, but they both know the longer ones will come later. The thought hits them each at the same time, as they turn and smile to the small crowd of close friends and family. Dan and Phil are finally married. 

The Potter Wedding (Part 2/3)

Part 2 of 3

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Warnings: Friend feels; Wedding Feels; FatherxDaughter Feels; SiriusxReader

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 Lily.

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.

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Come What May

here have a harlivy wedding ;)

Title: Come What May

Summary: “I love you, Daffodil, and I’ll keep loving you, always, forever, come what may.”


Harley pulled at the bodice of her dress. The gel-padded bra was sticking to her skin like sweaty palms, but she tried not to think about that.

She looked in the mirror. Her hair was twisted into some intricate low-bun held in place with bobby pins and too much hairspray. Too much hairspray. No frizz there. She poked the pretty barrette clipped in at the side. It didn’t budge. All of her makeup was still in good shape. It made her face feel twitchy, like her skin couldn’t breathe. Her coral red lipstick was making her whole mouth feel waxy. Her foundation was itchy. She wanted to wipe it off. She wanted to sit down. Her eyes looked huge. Her head felt heavy. Her thoughts were all short and clippy. The room was moving. She was feeling sorta funny.

“How do I look?” Harley could hear how shaky her voice sounded and tried her best to look solid.

“Great.”

She grabbed her water bottle off of the table and unscrewed the top—she needed an excuse to swallow. “Ya’ think?”

“Of course,” Bruce said and gave her a smile: You’re doing great. “We have about another fifteen minutes before we should start heading over to the gardens.”

It hit her hard then, surged up her throat and made the whole world all tingly. She was getting married in fifteen minutes, and now she was feeling really funny. “Sounds good.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yup.”  

Bruce let the silence grow. So did Harley. Her heart was running like crazy.

“Are you?” he said finally.

“Idon’tknow.”

Harley was breathing faster with the shock of having said it out loud. She hadn’t meant to, but she couldn’t help it: she was sliding into a panic. Of all the days for her to get cold feet, why her wedding day? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry Ivy because she did want to marry Ivy. She really wanted to marry Ivy, more than anything she’d ever wanted. Ivy was the love of her life, so what was she afraid of? What was this fresh fear whirling and swirling inside of her?

She sat herself down onto floor. Everything felt too bright. The sun was reflecting off of the sparkles on her dress, dozens of little dots running up and down the walls. It gave the room a shimmery, surreal look, like something out of a fever dream. She barely noticed when Bruce sat down beside her.

He cleared his throat. “Quinn,” he paused, swallowing, “Harleen, I know that…commitment is hard, especially when… things have hurt you before. But look—sometimes you just have to look past all of that and look forward. I’m sure that it’s normal to feel not ready, but from what I’ve observed, I’d say that you are ready.”

“But what if I’m not? What if I mess this whole thing up? What then?”

“I don’t have all of the answers, but I don’t think you’re going to mess anything up. I think you’re ready. You seem healthy. You seem happy. It’s a really good look on you, Harleen.”

She glanced at him, checked to see if he was mocking her, which he wasn’t. “Ya’ really think so?”

“Yes, I do.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye, but Harley knew he meant it.

She wasn’t on speaking-terms with her father and both of Ivy’s parents were dead, so she’d asked Bruce to walk her down the aisle. Even though she was pretty sure he’d only said yes after some negotiating with Selina, Harley was still glad that he was here.

Harley looked up at him gratefully and smiled. “Thanks, Rich Boy. I needed that.”

“I’m glad I could—”

“Knock knock!” Speak of the devil… Selina Kyle opened the door without actually knocking and walked inside like she was the belle of the ball. Her dress was a pale, beige-y shade of pink that was almost glowing against her skin. Looking at her, you’d think she’d picked out the outfit herself—she owned it.

When she caught sight of Harley and Bruce on the floor, she stopped, the skirt of her dress swinging around her ankles. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

“Hi,” Harley said shyly. Her heart was still driving over the speed limit, but her vision was returning to normal.

“I see that your ‘something blue’ is your panties. Is your ‘something borrowed’ my date?” Her tone was biting, but her eyes were sparkling and her mouth was open in a smiley Gotcha! gape.

Harley could feel herself drowning in a blush. She snapped her legs together and said, “You look nice.”

“Actually, I look like a Pepto Bismol ad campaign that tried to incorporate sex appeal, but thank you anyways, dear.” Selina set her purse down on the table and started digging through it. “I swear, you and Ivy are a match made in hell.”

“What makes ya’ say that?”

“Aha.” She pulled out something shiny, gave it a quick kiss, and brought it over to Harley. “Here, try some of this.”

“Really, Selina?”

“Put a sock in it, Bruce. Scotch works wonders on the nervous system.”

“So does deep breathing.”

She snorted. “And so does, em, meditation, and a healthy, em, balanced diet.” Her voice was reedy and mocking and sounded nothing like Bruce. “I hear that, em, praying to God can also, em, help with that, too. Alcohol is the devil’s elixir! Judgment is coming!” 

Harley grabbed the flask from her hand, took a mouthful. It was warm and tasted like dirt. She felt better already.

Bruce grinned, shaking his head. “When have I ever said anything even remotely like that?”

Selina shooed away his response and said to Harley, “Bruce doesn’t approve of my drinking. He thinks I’m a ‘bad influence.’” She met Harley’s gaze with eyes that said Puke. Then, gesturing to the flask,“I’m sorry if there isn’t much left. Ivy’s liver needed a lot of TLC.”

Harley took another swig and managed to avoid making a face. “Is she nervous, too?”  

“Don’t tell her I said this, but between you and me?” Selina gave her a wicked grin and leaned in close enough for Harley to smell the spearmint off of her breath. “She’s petrified.

Harley finished off the flask and let herself laugh. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” Selina said. “Now stand up. It’s almost go time.”

Harley looked uncertainly at Bruce and tried to ignore the leap of something in her stomach.

“It’s okay,” Bruce told her, soothing, rhythmic. He stood up. “You’ve got this.”

He helped Harley up to her feet and she immediately felt a little woozy. “Wow. Head rush.” Wow. Scotch.

“Alright,” Selina put her hands on Harley’s shoulders and gave them a little squeeze. “I’ve gotta go find Eddie because we’re walking in five. Try not to shit yourself, okay? It’d be a shame if you ruined such a pretty dress. You look beautiful. You’ll do great. Deep breaths. Good luck!”

Harley could hear the echo of her heels bouncing off the ceiling as she walked out the door.

“I’m totally gonna shit myself.”

“Maybe don’t do that,” said Bruce, not entirely sure whether Harley was serious.

“Easier said than done.” They began to make their way out of the building.

Harley groaned and tried to get her teeth to stop chattering. “I’m real nervous.”

“I know you are, but it’ll be worth it in the end. Just look at Ivy and everything will be fine.”

And then all too quickly they were at the door. Ivy was just beyond it, standing in the center of the garden, waiting for her. The thought grounded her like a clash of symbols, straightened her spine. This was it.

“Ready?”

Harley took a deep breath, forcing the air to pool in her belly before letting it out. “I guess.”

She took Bruce’s hand and opened the door.

The air was instantly and utterly different, breezy and warm, little eddies spinning here and there. The floor of the garden was layers of green upon green, unrolling beneath her feet like a red carpet. Every color was leaping.  

There was a trail of white and yellow rose petals leading down the “aisle.” They were fake—Ivy wouldn’t have it any other way—but pretty. Everything was coated in a sheet of dusty sunshine, and Harley wondered if she’d ever seen a more beautiful day.  

And then she saw Ivy.

Oh, wow.

She was standing at the altar in a fitted white dress with a train that spread out over the grass below her, a crown of daffodils laced into her hair. At that moment, she made a lovely picture: the fall of copper curls and the splash of yellow, poised against the sunlight and sky behind her. She was stunning.

Harley put one foot in front of the other until they were facing each other. There was music, but she hardly heard it.  

“You’re so beautiful,” Ivy whispered to her.

Her cheeks flushed and she laughed. “You are, too.”

She couldn’t tell if it was the sun or the Scotch dancing in her belly, but she was feeling much better. She was experiencing real in flashes so vivid they made her head spin, made her forget she’d ever experienced any other sort of reality. Now that she thought about it, “wife” had a really nice ring to it.

“Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union between Harleen Francis Quinzel and Pamela Lillian Isley in marriage.” The wedding officiant was an older man with a long white beard and dimples who Harley had picked because he reminded her of Walt Whitman.

Nervous? Ivy mouthed to her.

Yes.

Me too.

Ivy smiled and Harley felt her shoulders drop.

Walt Whitman switched his attention to just the two of them. “Love is patient and kind. Do not love in word or speech only; love also in deed and truth. Receive each other in sincerity, find mercy and grow old together.”

Was that from the Bible? She didn’t dare look at her mother. In retrospect, she probably should’ve gotten a rabbi.

“We will now begin the exchange of the vows,” he said pleasantly enough. Harley was just glad that he was done talking.

With a small nod, Selina handed Ivy a folded piece of paper.

Ivy took a deep breath and opened the paper, her hands trembling.  

“Before I met you, I thought I could make everything bloom. I could turn concrete to chrysanthemums, trash to tulips, ash to azalea. I could draw flowers out of thin air, like they were all tumbling out of some endless basket no one else could see. I thought I could make everything bloom, but I was wrong. While everything I touched blossomed, I didn’t. I was dried out and yellowed inside. I couldn’t flower. Then I met you. You loved and nurtured me, watered me everyday and didn’t stop when it got hard. You were the light that I needed to grow, the soil over my roots.  It was under your care that I was finally able to bloom. I am Mother Nature, but you are the true gardener.

I’m proud of the way we love each other, Harley. We had nothing to learn from but broken hearts, no one to teach us but others’ mistakes. We didn’t have good examples, so we taught ourselves how to love, how to grow. Our love is a garden that will forever be in bloom. I love you, Daffodil, and I’ll keep loving you, always, forever, come what may.”

Ivy’s eyes were covered in a beautiful soft mist, but Harley’s eyes were pouring, dragging her mascara down her cheeks. Her mind was a dazzled mess of forever. Yes, forever. Always forever. She knew that she was supposed to say her vows now, but she couldn’t wait another second before she kissed the bride. She tipped Ivy’s head towards the sky and did just that, with more warmth than her unread vows could ever hope to convey.

Always, she thought as she heard claps from the guests. Forever. Come what may.

Photobooth: Fred x Reader

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?

Warnings: super adorableness

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by maarch-24th


“(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.

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

anonymous asked:

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 Imagine)

Trigger Warnings: None

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 part?”

“I do.” Josh’s hands were shaking in yours, his voice breaking, the smile across his face truer than any you’d ever seen before.

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.

Welcome to the Con Part 22

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Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14 Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 20 Part 21

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.’

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Preference #4 : He's getting married and you're not the bride

Harry:
You looked stunning this afternoon. Your hair was done to perfection, your makeup was practically flawless, your dress looked like something that you pulled out from a fairytale, and Harry was waiting on the aisle for you. Of course you had to be at the aisle soon, you were chosen to be his ‘mate’ of honour! While you stared at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but glance at H/B/N (Harry’s bride’s name), watching as she smoothed her wedding dress down. 


“I’m ready.” She breathed out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You admired the diamond ring that Harry had given to her, you’re the one who helped him choose it. “Y/N, you have to go out first.” She reminded you as you mustered the biggest grin you could possibly manage. 


You pushed the doors open and made your way down the aisle as quickly as you could, standing right behind Harry while clutching your daisies. 


“One last fist bump before I become a married man?” Harry turned around, holding his hand up in a fist. You let out a sigh and nodded slowly, bumping your fist with his and giving him a thumbs up. The music started playing and the guests straightened themselves up, turning around to watch H/B/N walk down the rose petal covered aisle. She floated down the pathway like a princess, Harry’s gaze on her. He was completely infatuated with her, it was pretty obvious. So you stayed quiet. You stayed quiet as the priest read the sentences off his book, you stayed quiet as Harry and H/B/N recited their vows, but you couldn’t let the opportunity pass when you heard the phrase.


“To anyone who has any objections to these two getting married, speak now or forever hold your peace.“


Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Seconds were going by, seconds until Harry was officially married. 


“I object!” You blurted out, quickly slapping a hand over your mouth. 


“Y/N?” Harry whispered, turning around, his face full of shock. 


“I.. I.. uh..” You stuttered, trying your best to ignore the whispers coming from the guests. “One last fist bump before you’re officially married?” You squeaked out, raising your fist. A collective sound of sighs came from the audience before Harry let out a booming laugh, bumping his fist with yours and rolling his eyes playfully. 


“With no objections, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The priest closed his book with a smile on his face. You diverted your gaze to the velvety ground as Harry leaned forward and gave H/B/N a sweet kiss, the guests cheering and clapping. 


“Forever hold my peace.” You muttered to yourself. 


Niall:
“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard a voice, and then something soft tickle your nose. 


“Nngh.” You grumbled, whacking the invisible annoyance away from your face.


“Get up, you lazy piece of shit!” Niall smacked you with a pillow causing you to tumble out of bed. 


“What the hell, Niall!” You groaned, curling up into a ball on the cold wooden floors. 


“Good morning t’ ya too! You have t’ get ready, you’re me best man!” He reminded you, picking you up and tossing you back on the bed. 


“M’ a girl.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. “What time is it?” 


“5 in the mornin’. Let’s get to it!” 


Two and a half hours later, you were helping Niall adjust his tie as he stuck a rose in your hair. 


“We look fuckin’ awesome.” Niall commented, running a hand through his hair.

 
“Mhm.” You had been responding with short answers ever since you had put on your dress, your heart beating ten times faster than it usually would. 


“Something the matter?” Niall asked, raising an eyebrow. 


“Huh? Oh, nothing’s the matter. Just a little tuckered, s’all.” You shrugged, following him down the aisle. 


“We can grab some pints later, then you’ll wake up.” He teased as the guests started piling in, the chiming of bells commencing around the church. “It’s time.” Niall breathed out. 


“It’s time.” You echoed, watching your best friend moving on to a new chapter in his life. 


Louis:


“I object!” You stood up from your spot, your hands trembling from nerves.

 
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Y/F/N hissed from beside you. 


“I’ve been bottling my feelings up for a long time now, and I’m sorry that I waited for this long to tell you.” You stared at Louis as he let go of L/B/N’s hand. 


“Sit down, you don’t know what you’re doing.” Y/F/N had warned you about the possibility of losing your friendship with Louis if you told him about how you truly felt. Louis was smitten with L/B/N and confessing your love for him would get him confused and frustrated and he probably wouldn’t know how to handle it. 


“I know what I’m doing. I practiced in front of the mirror like 10 times.” You shook her hand off your wrist and she pressed her palms to her face, thinking about how she was going to clean this mess up after you confessed your feelings for Louis in front of everyone. 


“What’s that supposed to mean?” Louis stared at you as your mouth went dry. 


“I’m in love with you.” You blurted out. “A-And, I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I dreaded the day that you’d go off and find some other girl because then I would know that I’d never have a chance with you, and-“ 


“This is a joke, isn’t it?” Louis laughed. “Y/N, I know that you’re famous for your tricks, but this is my wedding.” Louis grinned, shaking his head. 


“What? N-No, this isn’t a jo-“ 


“Don’t worry, everyone. Y/N the prankster’s just making her appearance. Let the wedding continue, please.” Louis gestured for the confused looking priest to continue as he made his way back to L/B/N. Your heart was beating against your chest as your eyes began welling up with tears, everyone’s eyes still on you. 


“But it’s not a joke..” You whispered to yourself as Y/F/N pulled you back down gently, rubbing your arm in comfort. 


“I know it’s not, sweetheart. I know it’s not.” She sighed.
Zayn:
“It’s not a big deal. Your best friend’s getting married in one hour, and you’re going to support him no matter what.” You reminded yourself as you pinched your arm. “Your best friend’s getting married in five minutes, and you’re going to support him no matter what. Your best friend’s getting married in five minutes, and you’re going to support him no matter what. The love of your life is getting married in five minutes, and- oh!” You smacked yourself over the forehead and let out a small grunt, banging your head against the countertop. 


“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to ruin your hair.” Lou popped up from around the corner, her lilac hair pulled up into a ponytail. “I’m sorry, babe.” She walked over and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a quick squeeze. 

“These things are meant to happen.” 


“I hate my DNA, you know? For making me shy, and stubborn. For making me ugly, fat, stupid.. for giving me these boring Y/E/C eyes!” You frowned, pinching at your cheeks. 


“Don’t say that, Y/N. I hardly had to put makeup on ya, you’re a natural fuckin’ beauty!” Lou cooed. “I spent less time on you than I did on Zayn. And that’s sayin’ somethin’, because Zayn’s a greek god.” She scoffed. 


“Tone it down, Lou. You’re married and you have a daughter.” You grumbled. “I just.. I should have told Zayn about it before he propo-”


“Told Zayn about what?” Zayn poked his head in and you gasped, holding a hand to your chest. 


“Nothing.” You coughed. 


“Anyway, it’s show time in five minutes and I kinda need my best friend out here.” Zayn held a hand out for you and you took it, Lou trailing behind you. 

“You alright?” 


“Yeah, of course.” 


“Show time, then. Yeah?” 


“Yeah.”
Liam:


“You look handsome.” You sighed, smoothing down Liam’s tux. “As per usual.”

 
“Thanks, Y/N. You’re not looking half bad yourself.” Liam teased. 


“Mm, thank you.” You mumbled, tucking a rose into his chest pocket. 


“You seem distracted this morning.” 


“Oh, I’ve just been tired lately. Planning your best friend’s wedding isn’t the easiest thing to do.” You smiled weakly. 


“How much sleep have you been getting?” Liam asked, concerned. 


“Like 7 hours. I’m fine.” The truth was you’d only be getting 4 hours of sleep a night. You were either tossing and turning in your bed, because the thought of losing your chances with Liam kept clouding your mind. The thought of him moving on with his life and leaving you behind scared you. 


“L/B/N is so nervous, it’s adorable. How’s the groom?” Karen stuck her head in the room, letting out an ‘aw’ at her charming son. “Liam, I’ve been dreaming of this day, and it’s finally happening!” She pressed a kiss to Liam’s cheek as you clasped your earrings on. 


“This is literally a dream come true. I’m getting married, and Y/N’s my best man.” 


“Best woman.” You corrected, patting his chest. “I suggest we go and get this over with, yeah?” 


“Get this over with? Y/N, it’s my wedding.” Liam frowned. “Out of all people, I thought you’d be the most excited for me.” Your heart hurt with the thought of Liam being upset while getting married, and you gave him a quick hug.
“I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I meant, let’s go and get you married to L/B/N before the crowd gets impatient.” You mumbled into his chest while he rubbed your back. 


“That’s the Y/N I’ve come to know and love.”

2

[Ron and Carol Paul]

Ron met Carol in High School when she asked him to escort her to her Sadie Hawkins style 16th birthday party on February 29th, 1952. Carol is quoted as saying “I came into the picture about 1952 when Ron was my escort to my 16th birthday party. Don’t tell anyone – but I asked him… actually my birthday is February 29th and it was a Sadie Hawkins-type party where the girls asked the boys… and I asked him.”

Ron and Carol were together for several years before he proposed to her in the summer of 1956 while they were having a picnic in the park. They were married on February 1st, 1957 in Pittsburgh, when Ron was 21 years old and Carol was 20. “We married in an all-white wedding with the bridesmaids carrying armloads of red roses,” Carol said. “The flower girl wore a white dress and sprinkled rose petals down the aisle. A fraternity brother of Ron’s sang ‘The Wedding Prayer’ and the ‘Lord’s Prayer.’”

#StickyNotes // A Joe Sugg Imagine

You looked at your watch, today was you and your boyfriend Joe’s ANNIVERSARY. But sadly, he was MIA (missing in action), you get yourself out of bed and looked at yourself in the mirror 

“YOU ARE GOING TO BE HAPPY TODAY” you say to yourself. As you went to the bathroom you saw a sticky note,

“Brush your teeth so you wont kill me today” -J

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You laughed at the note and brushed your teeth, after brushing you strip off your clothes and head to the shower. There you saw a familiar sticky note

“Shower thoroughly your sexy body” -J

You pluck off the note and set it aside, after taking a shower you went to your closet and there is a note stuck on the favorite dress you have. 

“Sexy dress for my lovely lady” -J


You wore the dress and jolt down the stairs and there you see your breakfast in the dinner table beside it was another sticky note.

“Eat my love, so you’ll be healthy” -J

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After eating the food you lay on the couch there you noticed a rose in the table, with surprisingly another note.

“Where do roses come from? You’ll see me there” -Joe

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In an instant you went to the garden of your home and there you saw an aisle of rose petals. You follow the aisle and in the end of it you saw a box with a note on top.

“Happy anniversary love” -ThatcherJoe // Joseph Graham Sugg

When you removed the note from the box you heard a voice. And you looked to your back and saw Joe with a sticky note at his forehead.

“Will you marry me?”

He goes to and picked up the box and opens it. He upholds you a diamond ring and kneels.

“Y/N will you marry me?”

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YOU: YESSSS!


-collab with xanastasiasteelegreyx revised some of it love u