If we are talking about Koujaku and Aoba’s wedding, other than the groom themself, i think Tae-san will be the next happiest person for their marriage. She’s already knows Koujaku since he was a kid, he’s like another grandson for her. She would be really happy to accept Koujaku as another member of her family and trust her grandson to be with him.
Request for:@kolvanismirk Inspired on the tattoo video and her lovely request I made a little something. After Sigurd his dead Ivar never acted the same, power overgrow him and he forgot to love like he used to do. After a victory he had part to thank to you he places a tattoo in which you get an argument. You want to leave … and he tries on convincing you to stay. Warnings: Angst Words: 2760
You always knew Ivar
to be the greedy one, the shifty shade constant wanting more. After you married
him he left you to join his father to England. It wasn’t a marriage out of love
but you got there, just as you got him so far on respecting you. You were well
known to be a good fighter, a shield maiden supporting Aslaug from the day she
arrived in Kattegat. Your mother always had been her right hand, just as you
prove your loyalty when you were of age, being as old as Hvitserk was. Despite
you were young then, you were very promising and Aslaug set that marriage just
before she died. But things changed, Ivar assembled a great heathen army and
you fought for the dead of Ragnar just as anybody else did. That victory was
the beginning of his wrath. You remembered him to love you on that day, being
almost gentle when he made love to you, praising your skills as a warrior and a
wife. And then he killed Sigurd and nothing was the same again. His mind
wrapped up in the most bloodiest of thoughts, his anger and frustration even
pushing his brothers away. You fell pregnant because of that one night and you
never said a thing to him, just as he hardly treated you as a wife. The only
point you came together was in bed and most of the time you fell asleep alone
and woke up alone, so what was still left?
You were cleaning
your sword, looking up to the defenses building their way around what Ivar
conquered. ‘Y/n.’ You turned around and looked from Hvitserk to Ubbe. ‘Where is
he?’ They both asked. You threw away the piece of fabric and stood up, shoving
your sword into your belt. ‘Getting a tattoo.’ You answered. They changed looks
with each other, the same way you did when you saw him sitting down aside a man
who would kick the marks right into his back. ‘You should talk with him.’
Hvitserk pointed out. You signed, shrugging. ‘Why? He is surrounded by guards,
no way I can reach through that, or his stubborn ass to begin with.’ ‘He is
your husband.’ ‘Why does he has bodyguards?’ Ubbe interrupted Hvitserk almost
right away. Things didn’t get well between the brothers after the dead of
Sigurd. You didn’t wanted to pick sides between your love for Ivar and your
friendship with those brothers but he almost didn’t leave you a choice. Ubbe
slapped his brother on the chest before they started walking, you followed.
When the three of you walked around the corner you saw him sitting. Even with
everything going on you still admired those strong arms, the broad build of his
shoulders. But that look, the way he rose his blue eyes up from the table
towards his brothers … he said something but you didn’t caught it for you tried
at holding on to this perfectly good imagine before he would destroy with his
words. ‘Why do you need a personal bodyguard huh Ivar?’ Ubbe started, ignoring
his words. You looked away from Ivar to the personal man standing there for his
safety. That man looked at you for a moment, like you were a slave that needed
to be ignored. You hated that feeling, knowing Ivar had a say in it. ‘Do you
need protection against us, your brothers?’ ‘Offcourse not.’ Ivar answered, the
knocking of that hammer in his back shifted your attention back to the
conversation. ‘Then why have them?’ Hvitserk asked. ‘I’m a cripple … I need a
bodyguard.’ Like it was the most logic thing to say. His eyes shifted to you,
holding on to it for a moment while he breathed through the pain. ‘Y/n could
protect you better than any of those men.’ Hvitserk nodded with his cup to the
guards. ‘Why?’ Ivar laughed. ‘Because I would die for you more than they would.’ You answered, leaning
against the wall, arms crossed. ‘I don’t want you dead my love.’ ‘Surly I
seemed like that recently.’ You muttered, trying on walking away when your name
hissed over his lips. You slowly turned around to him. He had stopped that man from
working further on his back to point all his attention to you. ‘Do I don’t give
you enough?’ He asks sharply. ‘Don’t you have the chance of fighting alongside
of me, to conquer these lands, care after my wounds?’ He asked, pushing his
muscular arms back against the table, nodding over his shoulder to the man to get
going. His expressions squeezed a little when the man started again, but
other than that he kept radiating that
cold. ‘What do I get Ivar? Other than to tend those wounds and fight those
battles.’ ‘You get to be my wife.’ He stated. You slowly walked over to the
table, placing your hands aside his while lowering your head to look him right
in the eyes. He always said how much influence you could have with your eyes,
you did it now. ‘I don’t want to be the wife of a man that doesn’t care. Who
only puts his interests first. Get yourself another wife.’ You whispered
slowly. How hard those words sounded, they were out. It broke your heart but
you pushed away from the table, giving him one last look before turning around,
knowing he couldn’t follow you, knowing he probably wouldn’t anyway.
You laid on your back
that night, fingers softly stroking over your nightdress, whispering to a child
that probably wouldn’t hear you. You didn’t wanted a child to grew up in this,
with a father that wouldn’t care, a father that was as ruthless as Ivar was.
You couldn’t let it happen. You turned on your side, gazing into the darkness
trying to prepare yourself from doing the hardest thing ever … leaving. The
village Aslaug and your mother came from would welcome a shield maiden like
you, you could build up your life there. But just as soon as that imagine set
in your thoughts the dragging of his body interrupted those thoughts. With both
your hands under your head you tried not to care about it, you tried not to
move while you heard him unbuckle the belt that kept his legs together. You
closed your eyes, begging that he would only sleep, like he did for quite some
time. He hissed, probably against the pain shifting through his back from the
tattoo. And then you felt his weight aside you. You felt his fingers sneak
under your arm, crossing over your chest before they wrapped themselves in your
hand. You squeezed your eyes together, feeling how much he broke already you
were on the verge of crying. You felt his chest contacting with your back
before his lips contacted with your color bone. You squeezed his hand and his
lips lifted themselves from your skin. ‘Y/n.’ His voice sounded soft, calm
almost. ‘I’m leaving tomorrow.’ You announced, not giving him the chance to say
anything else. ‘I’m going to sail back and then go home, were I belong.’ You
followed. It was quiet for a very long time, you could feel his breath hitching
against your neck as he seemed to need some time to progress that. His hand
sneaked away from between yours and he pushed your shoulder down so you laid
with your back in the bed. His blue eyes radiate nothing else but his anger. ‘Why?’ He asked, neutral voiced, teeth clenched together of he held his emotions
in. ‘You even have to ask? I’m pregnant Ivar, since you killed Sigurd.’
You announced, looking up in the dark to his features. His jaw dropped open,
while the anger in his eyes made place for shock. ‘I’m leaving, I don’t want a
child to grow up with a father like you. There is nothing for me to stay
anyway.’ ‘You’re my wife!’ ‘Yes and do you treat me like one?’ You asked back.
He looked away from you and after all that time you finally saw it, him
cracking under all of it. His eyes got weaker, his fingers shook a little when
he laid his fingers softly against your jaw. You closed your eyes, feeling a
single tear leaving the corner of your eyes. ‘I never felt as lonely as I did
now, lost in a world I thought to know.’ You whispered, turning your head away
from his fingers that traveled away, lost themselves. ‘Y/n,’ ‘Ivar please, I
let you go so you can be the king you want be without you having to look over
your shoulder to me. All I am is a distraction of your mind, an object between
you and your victories. Let us go.’ You weren’t begging him but your shaky
voice almost let it sound like that. He squeezed your throat lightly, placing
his forehead against your cheek, his breath scouring your neck as you tried on
ignoring the silent tears running down your cheeks. ‘Don’t leave.’ He
whispered. ‘Why? So you can treat me like you did past weeks? So you have
somebody to bark to?’ ‘I thought you hated me!’ He hissed, pulling his head
away to look at you. His eyes were blurry red, his white teeth clenched together.
‘Like everybody else, for what I did to my brother.’ He explained. He breathed
shaky out, like he just relieved himself from the worst secret ever. Ivar never
talked much, not about himself at least, that was something you learn to
respect and for that he always had thanked you. This had to be one of those
rare times. ‘You didn’t talked to me, you left me alone.’ ‘Because I thought
that you needed the space.’ ‘I needed you!’ He said between clenched teeth. You
closed your eyes, bringing your fingers up to touch his face. ‘And I need you
now.’ You whispered. He pushed his head into your fingers before he dropped it
back down against your cheek, kissing away your tears. Your fingers grabbed into his hair, smelling his
sweat, the blood probably still covering his back from the tattoo. It felt
good, having him this close, having him surrender to his own emotions. ‘Don’t
go.’ He never had begged before but he did it you. You released his hair and he
lifted his head again, looking from your lips up to your eyes. ‘I can change,
for you, for,’ his voice hitched and his eyes looked down towards your stomach,
knowing there was a child growing there. ‘Ivar.’ ‘Please Y/n, I need you. I may
not show it but you are constantly on my mind.’ He said, stroking his two
fingers slowly over your face, resting against your lips. ‘The next time I will
leave you won’t be able to stop me.’ You gave in to it, giving him that one
last chance to set things right. ‘I need you, I’m sorry.’ He said before
placing his lips against yours. Not in the way like he handled you after a
victorious battle, but just the soft hesitating pressure of them. You hesitated
of your own before returning that kiss in what supposed to be you and him. His
fingers scour your cheek as he kissed you so slowly, so intense. It didn’t
restored your confident but at least you felt loved again. He pulled back out
of that kiss, pressing his lips against your cheek. ‘You’re pregnant?’ It
wasn’t an ask coming over his lips, more still him not believing it. ‘Yes, I
am.’ You pushed your nose into his hair as he kissed you neck. He shifted his
hand, resting it down on your belly, wanting to feel the life that still needed
growing before it could be felt. There weren’t any words, his head laid in the
crook of your neck while his fingers rested on your belly and your fingers held
on in his hair. Until both your breaths became steady and you fell asleep in
the thoughts of loving each other.
You woke up under the
noise going through the room. You slowly opened your eyes and looked over to
his back. He sat up on the edge of the bed, his tattoo glorious but still
covered under blood while he buckled his legs together. ‘Does that needs
tending.’ Your voice was still raspy a little and he froze. He slowly turned
around, looking to your face before he looked down over your body. When his
gaze return he looked unsteady so you pushed a morning smile on your lips and
he relaxed a little. ‘Everything on me needs tending.’ He said with a weak
voice. You knew that once you would step out of that door he would change into
that ruthless leader again so you enjoyed it for as long as it last. He looked
back before him and your rose your hand up, fingers touching the tattoo on his
back. He took in a sharp breath before he looked to his one shoulder, over to
you while you scouted his tattoo. ‘I like it.’ ‘You do?’ He asked. You pushed up and sat a little behind him, looking to the black dots marking his skin. It was
still sour, and blood laid dry on it but it was typical a sight of Ivar …
covered in blood. You placed your lips against his shoulder blade and he
signed. ‘Every battle won should have a mark on your body.’ You muttered
against his skin. ‘I woke thinking you would be away.’ He changed the subject
to your surprise. You frowned your eyebrows and rested your chin on his
shoulder, studying his eyes. ‘I told you I wouldn’t.’ You whispered. ‘Maybe I
didn’t believe you.’ He murmured, looking in front of him. You kissed his
shoulder before getting up and dressed, in all that time he followed your
movements around until you were fully dressed and ready. ‘Let’s go remove that
blood so everybody sees how great a warrior you are.’ You nodded to his back.
‘You gonna let me crawl around bare chested all day?’ You were just planning on
stepping outside but the slight playfulness in his voice stopped you. You
turned around, smiling before shaking your head and returning to him. He
grabbed you behind your knees and forced you down in his lap. You chuckled,
wrapping a hand around his neck before kissing him passionate. He groaned and you
knew on that exact moment he was back to his old self. ‘Only I get to see you
naked.’ You muttered. ‘I agree.’ He smiled devilish against your lips. You
kissed him one last time before going outside to clean his back. Ivar host
himself onto a stool while you dragged a bucket over and pushed a cloth under
the cold water. Ivar hissed when it contacted with his skin and you looked up
to Hvitserk and Ubbe walking over. Hvitserk gave you a thorough look before his
eyes shifted towards Ivar. ‘We have a problem.’ ‘Does it involve fighting?’
Ivar asked rather short. ‘Probably.’ Hvitserk shrugged. You looked away from
Ivar his back to his both brothers. ‘Ready my chariot.’ Ivar commanded the one
slave that stood around. The girl ran of and you threw the cloth away when he
reached for his tunic. ‘What are you both still standing around?’ He asked his
brothers patience. Hvitserk hide the blunt smile and started walking away. ‘You
joining us Y/n?’ Ubbe asked. ‘No she isn’t.’ Ivar answered before you had a change. You
slowly turned around to face him, already doubting every word you said
yesterday to him. ‘She is pregnant, she isn’t going anywhere near battles from
now on.’ He followed smoothly, raising his eyes browns like he wanted you to
protest to it. But you could only smile a little. ‘Where do I stay then?’ You
asked calmly. ‘At my side.’ ‘As your bodyguard?’ You asked directly, handing
him his armor. ‘As my wife.’ He replied, squeezing your hip as you helped him
in his armor. You looked down to him and he looked up to you. The devotion was
all there and you smiled, biting your lip while looking down to his armor. This
was a happy feeling, a feeling you didn’t felt in a very long time. You hold on
to it, knowing Ivar his mood shifted easily. But for now, it was the best
feeling there was, him kissing your belly before you rode your own horse aside
his chariot, powerful … together … as one.
JUNE 30: Germany legalizes same-sex marriage (2017)
Today – on June 30, 2017 – in what the president of the
Parliament, Norbert Lammert, called “an unusually early meeting with unusually
many deputies and journalists present,” Germany joined many of its fellow
western European nations in legalizing same-sex marriage!
Polls show that the majority of German people have been in favor of same-sex marriage for several years. Today that will of the people was reflected in the 393-226 passing of a bill that will legalize same-sex unions (x).
Although same-sex couples have been able to enter into civil
unions for many years, they could not enter into marriages equal to that of
straight couples until today’s historic ruling. The parliamentary vote was
spurred on by Prime Minister Angela Merkel announcing on June 26th
that not only had she undergone a “life changing” experiencing by meeting a
lesbian couple who were foster parents for eight children, but that she was
aware of the popularity of the same-sex marriage issue and would call for a
free vote in the future. The German people, who have long since been in favor
of same-sex marriage according to various polls, immediately began pressuring
their government for a vote on the matter as soon as possible. Despite her
seemingly new supportive stance, Angela Merkel voted against the June 30th
bill; however, that did not stop the LGBT community and many German political parties that are supportive of LGBT rights from celebrating the
historic turnout of the vote, which was resoundingly affirmative. The bill will
have to be voted through Germany’s upper house, Bundesrat, next week before it
will officially become law, but the likelihood of that happening is very high
and the German people have already begun celebrating – both on Twitter with the
hashtag #EheFuerAlle (MarriageForAll) and on the streets across the nation.
Millions of Indian women have never used their husband’s name - it’s a way of showing their respect for him. The tradition is strictly observed in rural areas, though much less so in cities. Now, however, some campaigners are urging women in villages to give it up too.
What’s in a name? A lot, if you’re an Indian wife and the name in question is your husband’s. I learned this early on in life.
My parents were married for 73 years until my father died last year. At the time of their wedding, my mother was less than 11 and he had just turned 15.
In the decades they were together, first in a tiny village in the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh and later in Kolkata (then Calcutta), she never called him by his name.
When speaking to us children, she always referred to him as “babuji” - the Hindi word for “father” that we used. When addressing him directly, she always said “Hey ho”, which means roughly “Hey you”.
As teenagers when we became aware of the fact, we made fun of her. We tried to trick her into saying his name just once. But she never did.
All the other women in my home and neighbourhood also avoided saying their husband’s name. So did tens of millions of women across India, regardless of their religion or caste.
The husband is considered equal to god so he has to be worshipped A R Vasavi, Social anthropologist
That’s because in traditional Indian society, the husband is equated with god and a woman is taught from a young age that she must respect him.
She is told that naming her husband could invite bad luck and shorten his life. Often the ban extends to other members of his family too - and the consequences of breaking it can be serious.
One woman in the eastern state of Orissa faced retribution that was swift and harsh.
“One day my sister-in-law asked who was sitting outside. I named all the men who were there, including my husband’s uncle,” Malati Mahato says in a film produced by Video Volunteers, a pressure group.
The sister-in-law complained to the village council, which ruled Mahato’s words “reprehensible” and she was banished, with her children, to a home on the edge of the village. For the past 18 months she has been ostracised by the other villagers.
“The patriarchal hierarchy is enforced at many levels,” says social anthropologist, Prof A R Vasavi.
“The husband is considered equal to god so he has to be worshipped. In traditional matches he’s generally from a higher caste and economically supports the wife so he’s the yajman - the owner. And he’s generally older, so has to be respected on that count too.”
How Indian wives address their husbands (without using his name)
Women may use “father of so-and-so” or refer to their husband’s profession, eg “doctor sahib” or “vakil (lawyer) sahib”
They may just say “hey you”, or “you”, “will you please listen”, or “are you listening?”
In some Indian languages it is common to say “brother”, “elder brother”, “hello” or “owner”
Video Volunteers has now begun a campaign in some rural communities in an attempt to change patriarchal traditions.
Last October, Rohini Pawar, a volunteer in a village near the western city of Pune decided to raise the issue of naming husbands at a women’s discussion group in her village.
But before doing so, she decided she had better try it herself.
Pawar told the BBC that she was married at 15 and that in 16 years of marriage had never called her husband Prakash by his name.
“Earlier I’d call him ‘baba’, because his nephews called him that. Or I’d just say 'aaho’ ('you’ in the local Marathi language) to grab his attention.”
Prakash was relaxed about it but most other villagers weren’t happy. Some ridiculed the couple.
The women in the discussion group, however, were delighted with the idea.
He told her that if she ever dared to say his name again, he would give her a solid beating Rohini Pawar, Activist
“We had great fun. We laughed a lot that day. For the first time in our life, we were shouting out our husbands’ names,” says Pawar, laughing.
“We decided to make a video and asked the women to say it in three different ways - happily, with anger, and with love.
"One of the women got carried away. She went home giddy with excitement and as soon as she saw her husband, she screamed out his name - and he slapped her.
"He told her that if she ever dared to say his name again, he would give her a solid beating.”
In Indian cities, over time, it has become common for wives to name their husbands. With growing female literacy, more and more women joining the workforce, and love marriages often replacing arranged ones, the tradition began to seem out-of-date.
When I married, my husband was a work colleague. I had called him by his name for years, so it would have made no sense to stop after the wedding.
But A R Vasavi says this still only applies to a “very small segment” of Indian households.
“It’s the educated, assertive woman in big cities who calls her husband by name,” she says.
“It’s unthinkable for tens of millions of women in rural India and even in conservative urban homes. If a new bride tries to go against the tide, she’s swiftly admonished by her mum-in-law or other elderly women.”
Rohini Pawar says the hostile response from many in her village has only strengthened the resolve of the women in her group to continue challenging patriarchal traditions.
“You see, change is not easy. People ask us why is it so important for us to use their names - what’s the big deal?” she says.
“I think, until you confront the small issue, how will you challenge the larger, more important issues?”
It may seem like a small step, but it’s the first step, she says, and the first step is always a big one.
Alright, let’s talk about Mewni’s baddest badasses and also make absurd theories about them, just because we can.
Eclipsa at this point doesn’t need any introduction, but we know that she’s known as the Queen of Darkness. She was married to an unnamed mewman king but eventually pulled a “Dance With Wolves” and joined the dreaded monsters, even marrying one of them (a marriage that resulted, as we more recently found out, into a forgotten Butterfly).
Solaria, like the aforementioned past queen, was introduced in the Season 2 episode “Into The Wand”. We don’t know much about her, except that she’s apparently known as The Monster Carver and how she’s apparently a rather skilled warrior, showing off a dope sword-wand.
What do they have in common? Nothing, apparently. So let’s just go back to Eclipsa for a moment. Despite abdicating the throne to take “a monster for her love”, the Butterfly lineage clearly kept going (you may remember a certain blonde-haired princess with heart-shaped cheekmarks), so this brings us to the million-dollar question: who was Eclipsa’s Mewman daughter?
Let’s once again dip down too much into a Disney show and try to, through lots of reaching and forced connections, answer this question.
Spoiler: it’s Solaria.
Yes, the one known for slaying monsters. The irony…
The First House: At the time you were born, the sign that was rising over the horizon is what you would call your Rising Sign or Ascendant. Since it is your first house, it’s the first thing people see of you. So it can determine your appearance of how you look physically and/or how others perceive you when meeting you for the first time. This is the perfect example of when some people say “I’m not shy once you get to know me.” Some Cancer risings, for example, are shy people when meeting them at first, but if their sun sign is, let’s say Gemini, once they get comfortable around you, their wild side comes out.
The Second House: Now that you know who you are instinctively, your second house is a result of how you aim to secure yourself in life within your qualities of your ascendant. It is the way we express ourselves in terms of achieving what we want and how we get what we want, such as money, material goods, etc.
The Third House: Have you ever felt the urge to dig deeper and explore the limits of the universe? That is you expressing the third house. It is the thirst of knowledge of asking questions trying to figure something out. Exploring, searching, hoping you find the answers. Investigating.
The Fourth House: Once you have done your searching, it is in the fourth house where you have finally found your answers. It is when you decide to settle down and make a home for yourself with your newfound knowledge. It is who we are after dealing with our experiences.
The Fifth House: Because we have searched and found, it is in our fifth house where we are able to feel confident within ourselves and express ourselves creatively because we are proud of what we have accomplished.
The Sixth House: It is in the sixth house when we learn to determine what is good for us and what is bad for us. After our many experiences we now know how to take care of ourselves, whether it be in health or nutrition, knowing that if we do not take care of ourselves, we are not doing ourselves, mainly our heart, any favors.
The Seventh House: When we begin to expand ourselves and are able to socially join others, it is when we have reached the seventh house. We learn that we are not only to take care of ourselves, but others as well. It is the way we join relationships whether it be a marriage, friendship, or your daily yoga class. It’s a form of union.
The Eight House: When we decide to get rid of the things that we no longer see fit, it is the eighth house that we are expressing. It is a no-nonsense quality we possess in the eighth house because we see the ultimate truth and nothing else. It is traditionally the house of death.
The Ninth House: Once we have weeded out what we no longer need, we are now embarking on the longest journey of all. Religion plays a key part in the ninth house because it is the truth that we found in the eighth house that will continue to take us on a journey. It is our philosophy of life.
The Tenth House: Once we have found our strongest sense of clarity, it is in the tenth house when we begin to see what we can do with it. For example, once we have realized what we are best at we can make a career out of it.
The Eleventh House: Because we have seen our vision, it is in the eleventh house that we decide how we are going to put in motion our vision. We are now going to turn our dreams into reality. And because we are ready to show our vision to the world for others to see, we express humanitarianism.
The Twelfth House: Now that we know what we want to achieve, we also know that sacrifices might have to be made. It is in this house where we learn that in order to send our message, it is better to deal with the sacrifices than to throw away all our hard work.
Happy reading, and thank you for reaching the end!
The first thing she sees as she slowly peels her eyes open is the blinding sun pouring in from the windows and she groans loudly as she attempts to roll away from them. But instead of falling into the comfort of her pillow, her face smashes into sun warmed skin and her entire posture goes rigid. Last time she checked, she had left this hotel room by herself and she certaintly hadn’t invited anyone back with her. Or at least she can’t remember it.
“Please don’t be Chad. Please don’t be Chad.”
Evie sucks in a harsh breath and slowly sits up as she turns her head and is greeted by a mess of blonde locks. A squeak catches in the back of her throat as she tumbles back, and she pauses as she sees the gleam of something on her finger. In place of the usual overly flashly engagement ring that usually rests on her finger, a simple silver band with a blue diamond rests safely in its place. And just like that, the memories begin to hit her as she stumbles off the bed and towards the bathroom.
Evie pouts as she looks to the woman beside her, “It’s beautiful.”
“Are you sure it’s the one you want?”
“It is.” Evie whispers as she looks at the ring protected by the thick layer of glass in the display cabinet. “Chad picked out my engagement ring with my mother, they wanted to make a statement. This is…subtle. And it’s my favorite color.”
The woman beside her smiles softly and shrugs, “Blue it is then.”
After Evie is done emptying the contents of her stomach and the regrets from the night before into the toilet, she slowly tiptoes her way back into the open space of the hotel room and pauses to admire the woman that rests peacefully in her bed. The bedsheets do little to cover the length of the woman’s spine and the adorable dimples at the small of her back, and for some reason a roll of warmth rotates through her.
“What the hell did I do?” Evie whines to herself as she fumbles for her phone.
The battery is almost dead, but she manages to pull up her last conversation with her best friend and she cringes as she sees that it is currently already being blown up. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Evie checks on the stranger in her bed before she turns her attentionb back to her phone and begins to frantically text in the group chat between her little circle of friends.
Evieee: I have a problem…
Carlosss: Does the problem involve that blonde you were flirting with last night?
Jayyy: If it invovles Chad then I will happily kick his ass.
Lonnieee: Are you okay???
Evieee: I would be okay if I didn’t have a ring on my finger.
Jayyy: Whose ring? Chad’s
Lonnieee: YOU DIDN’T!!!!!
Carlosss: Evelyn, please tell me you didn’t marry that chick.
Evieee: I did.
Jayyy: More like I do…am I right? lmao
Evieee: I hate you.
Evie freezes as she hears the rustle of the bedsheets and she drops her phone quickly and turns to glance over her shoulder as the blonde sits up and the sheets ripple silently down her body. A soft breath leaves Evie as she gaps openly at the goddess before her, and green eyes tiredly turn to her before the woman gives her a half-smile and rubs at her eyes as she stretches her arms over her head.
“Hey, you. You okay?”
“You look beautiful. How is that possible?” The woman mumbles as she yawns and reaches to wrap the sheets around herself before she scans Evie over. “I probably look like a fucking dragon compared to you.”
“You look wonderful.” Evie assures her as she stands and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and the stranger is quick to fall over so her head is resting safely in Evie’s lap. “Did you sleep okay? Do you need some aspirin?”
“Nah. Um, so…I don’t want to be a douche here but I uh don’t remember your name…”
“Likewise,” Evie grins as she brushes a hand through soft hair. “My name is Evie. Evie Grimhilde.”
“Well, Evie,” The stranger purrs. “I’m Mal Diaval.”
“Mal Diaval,” Evie begins in a calm voice. “We’re married.”
Mal quickly sits up as her eyes go wide, “Huh?”
“It seems that you and I had enough to drink last night to where we thought forever seemed like a good idea.” Evie sighs as she holds her hand up to display her ring. “Seems like us participating in a one night stand wasn’t enough.”
“I-I’m…holy shit.” Mal murmurs as she glances down at her own hand. “This is a huge rock.”
“Do you remember anything about last night?” Evie demands as she stands.
Mal watches as Evie begins to walk through the room, “I remember you walking into the bar and me just about dying. You looked…untouchable. So, when I bought you a drink we kept talking and talking. It kinda all becomes a blur after you mentioned some douchebag named Chad and how you hated him.”
Evie swallows hard and nods, “I’m set to be married in a month.”
“Yeah.” Mal scoffs. “I remember.”
“My mother wants me to marry a man I don’t even love.”
Mal arches an eyebrow in response, “Then marry someone else.”
“Oh, because that is such an easy task to achieve.” Evie scoffs as looks to the woman. “My mom has had my life mapped out since the moment the doctor told her I was a girl. If I even strayed from that plan…she’d lose her mind.”
Evie sputters on her sip of whiskey, “E-Excuse me?”
“Marry me.” Mal repeats. “Map out your own future.”
“Okay.” Evie laughs as she shakes her head. “Let’s go get married.”
“Oh God.” Evie whimpers as she clutches at her hair and paces evenly through the space of the hotel room. “What did I do? My mother is going to kill me when she finds out I’m married. I married someone in Vegas!”
Mal sighs as she rubs the heel of her hand against her forehead, “Evie, it’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Evie repeats as she turns to face Mal with wide eyes. “Mal, I am the head designer of a fashion line. I’m literally at the peak of my career, the paparazzi stalk me everywhere I go. They’re going to know about this…this could ruin me.”
“It’s a marriage, Evie,” Mal scoffs. “It’s not like we joined a cult.”
“We don’t even love each other! I met you last night!” Evie exclaims. “For all I know, you very well could be in a cult and this was just your way of recruiting me. You…You literally just bought yourself a wife.”
“Well, at least my wife is funny.” Mal shrugs as she leans back on her elbows and continues to watch Evie pace. “Look, we’ll figure this out. All we have to do is go to a courthouse and just get an annulment. After that, we’ll pretend like none of this happened.”
“We consummated our marriage.” Evie reminds her in a slow tone as she gestures to where the bed sheets and their clothes are haphazardly tossed around. “There’s no way for us to just get ourselves out of this.”
Mal winces as her eyes fall, “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t blame you.” Evie assures her as she runs a hand through her dark locks, and she pauses for a brief moment as her ring snags on a strand of hair. “I don’t remember much about last night, but I know I was on a mission to piss off my mother.”
“Well, at least you can say you accomplished something.” Mal chuckles as she makes a show of holding up her hand to display her ring. “And now you don’t have to marry that scumbag you were talking about last night.”
Evie pauses as her brow furrows and then a beams light up her face, “Oh my God!”
“What?” Mal demands as the worry crosses her features. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m married.” Evie whispers.
“Yeah, we’ve been talking about it for like an hour…”
“No, Mal,” Evie hisses as she turns to look at Mal with wide eyes. “I’m married. I-I’m married and there’s nothing she can do about it, there’s nothing Chad can do about it. I’m legally bound to someone else.”
“So,” Mal frowns briefly. “You want to stay married out of spite?”
“I know it sounds horrible, but…”
“I’m down.” Mal cuts in.
Evie smiles softly as she looks to the woman, “Are you sure?”
“Let’s see…married to a hot model who is successful and smart? Yes. Yes, I am absolutely sure about this.” Mal smirks, and Evie can’t help but giggle at the expression. “Who knows maybe we’ll fall in love along the way.”
“Maybe.” Evie whispers as she stares at this mystery woman. “How about we get to know each other over some shitty hotel coffee?”
Batman & Mcdonalds Makes for a Perfect Love Story by smack-that-assbutt “Hmm. Well, I suppose if you’re looking forward to a little more, we can always make a second date for next week,” Castiel’s eyes are bright and hopeful as he looks up to smile at Dean, who bites his lips and leans closer as Castiel speaks. Their hands brush on the hood of the Impala. “And then, hopefully,” he whispers, leaning in closer and letting his warm breaths tickle Dean’s neck, “a third date after that, and a fourth, and a fifth…”“Woah, Cas, you gonna start planning our wedding next?” — In which Dean and Castiel share their first date on Valentine’s Day, and Castiel has some strong opinions about The LEGO Batman Movie.
By Any Other Name by edgarallanrose “What?” Dean asked. “You just called Cas sweetheart,” Sam said, a grin spreading across his face. “No I –“ Dean looked at Cas, who nodded solemnly in confirmation. “Shit I – I didn’t mean to!” “What would we call that? A Freudian slip?” Sam asked, now openly snickering. Dean felt all his blood rush to his face. “Shut up, Sammy,” he mumbled. “Sorry, Cas.” “I really don’t –“ he began, then, thinking better of it, “it’s fine. You’re welcome, regardless.” Dean couldn’t look at him the rest of the day.
Speak Again, Bright Angel by edgarallanrose As Dean waited in line he glanced around. There were pink and red paper hearts dangling from the ceiling and taped to the windows. There was a little rack by the door displaying Teddy Bears with chocolate boxes attached to their arms. Dean frowned. He checked the date on his phone. “Shit,” he swore under his breath.
Don’t Call Her Sweetheart by dudewhatswiththeshorts | T, 6.2k Kelly Kline dies and the nephilim child has nowhere to go. Well, that’s not completely true. She could go to the bunker with the Winchesters. Dean’s not too keen on that idea, but Sam and Castiel don’t care. Nephilim or not, she’s still a baby and therefore needs a family. Luckily Dean finds his inner mother and learns to love the baby. Although his constant nurturing, well… it’s kind of interfering with his relationship with Cas. AKA a fic where Dean stops coming to bed so he can watch over a baby and also Cas gets jealous.
Do You Remember? by sixxstiel Dean recalls a few key moments in his and Cas’ relationship [warning: major character death]
First Impressions by oceanbluecas Meeting at the altar, two strangers are joined in marriage. Castiel didn’t expect the sweet smile, the bright eyes, or the fierce protective offer. He didn’t expect Dean.
Second Chancesby oceanbluecas Four days into their honeymoon, Castiel and Dean were absolutely miserable.
First Impressions by profound-boning So what if the customer was super pissed for no good reason? Dude was hot. Dean could appreciate that.
Grocery Store Valentine by crossroadsangelcastiel Dean and Castiel go grocery shopping. Valentine’s Day fluff ensues.
Hallmark Holidays by winvhesters it’s a certain couple’s first valentine’s day as a normal human people, and dean always likes to go all out with romantic gestures. castiel has a different opinion, about everything as far as the holiday goes. also, there’s a surprise! (it’s a good one i promise!)
Hello, Sweetheart by ripuptheending In which Dean and Castiel argue over blow jobs and Dean has a serious Han Solo fetish.
just to hear your voice by pomegranatedaffodil Captured by the British Men of Letters and cut off from his Grace, Castiel assumes that it won’t be long before Sam and Dean arrive to rescue him. But as the days pass with no sign of the Winchesters, he begins to realize that he will have to be the one to secure his own freedom, with his love for Dean to guide him home.
Left-handed Sweetheart by Hatsonhamburgers It’s Valentine’s Day at Lawrence High, and a Cas is salty about the whole thing. Until he gets a carnation from a secret admirer, that is. Will Cas find out who it is? Will he quit being bitter about love?? Will it be Dean Winchester??? Will there be hot sexual situations????All the answers to these questions (plus ones you didn’t even ask) and more!
The Life I Want by areiton It’s ordinary, the hunt and everything in the aftermath. It’s what they’ve done a thousand times—but it’s not all he wants.
Lyft Me, Sweetheart by taymeelove Castiel’s car broke again. He calls in a Lyft to bring him to work, who he got and what he got out of it was more than Castiel could have hoped for.
Nothing ever smells of roses by alxdiamond It’s going well, until it isn’t. Dean knows how addiction works, how addicts work, but he still somehow expects it to be different with Cas.
Of Coffee and Courtships by GeekPrincess This is the story of Dean and Castiel and falling in love; one coffee at a time.
Oh, Sweetheart by just-another-busy-fangirl Castiel is upset, and Dean has to figure out why.
Piece By Piece by DeadlyKittenKay There has been a death in the family. One that while doesn’t surprise, doesn’t hurt. How will Castiel come to terms with his conflicted heart?
Scarlet by fpwoper Castiel finds Dean in coma in a hospital. Will he be able to save his love?
still our hands match by teacass Castiel suspects Dean has been hunting alone more often now that both Castiel and Sam have left the bunker, but he rarely allows himself to think about that. There’s nothing he can do about it now — Dean had said as much, right to his face, the bitter ‘yeah, it’s over’ still ringing in his ears even months after that night.
Sugar and Salt by hautesauce Dean thoughtlessly calls Castiel a pet name one too many times. Two can play at that game. Salty!Cas and Oblivious!Dean star in the Deancas-Sweetheart Challenge!
Sweeten My Heart by breathingdestiel Cas is in love with his best friend who is straight and could never love him back. But why is Dean all of a sudden calling him sweetheart, sunshine, and other pet names? Is it possible that Cas’ love isn’t unrequited after all?
The Troubles by taymeelove In the little town of Haven, Maine, things are not what they seem. People can do things that shouldn’t be physically possible. This is the story of two of them.
There’s something about Misha by kitsunelovescas Dean spends his evening with his hot new neighbor, helping him replace the front door to his apartment and generally being a nice guy, but there’s just something weird going on with Castiel’s cat, Misha.
Untitled by caslikescoffeeandfreckles 1k, au, meet cute
What humans do for fun by noxsoulmate The best way to spend a day between hunts is relaxing – or with a snowball fight for the whole family.
Commoner Tim Drake falling in love with a Princess
•To say that Tim Drake was one of the smartest adviser in the empire was a understatement.
•He was probably the smartest in the world.
•With his genius mind and commoner upbringing Tim Drake was the talk of the empire.
•Much to the other nobles envy he was found by the (Last name)’s King and was employed.
•Many bribes was always offered to Tim from many different kingdoms in trying to make him join.
•Marriage proposals would often be recommended to him in both lust and selfishness.
•”So Master Tim, I know you know my daughter very well.” A Lord would gesture to the dazzling girl pretending to remain composed.
•”Yes your Lord, I do.” Tim would reply as monotone as possible.
•”If you’re… looking to be married.”
•”With all respect I do not wish to be married,” Tim would begin, “As you well know I have a commoner upbringing, that will surely raise questions if I were to marry your daughter.”
•Tim always threw in the Commoner card in order to keep good relationships with these nobles.
•But Tim remained loyal to the (Last name)’s much too the Kings approval.
•But it wasn’t the pay that kept him there.
•It was the fierce and charming Princess (Name) who he was able to see everyday.
•Against his better judgement he developed feelings for you.
•On one of his first days of being an advisers the King introduced you to him.
•”(Name) I would like you to meet Master Tim Drake.”
•You begrudgingly put down your book down to look at him.
•”You are an adviser correct?”
•Tim was startled of the powerful tone you had.
•”So he reads?”
•Your Father replied,”Why Yes (Name) it would be ridiculous if he could not.”
•Tim grimaced at your comment. Just because he was a commoner you seemed to downgrade him on that!
•But his thoughts went a mess as you suddenly smiled.
•”Finally you introduce me to some civilized company Father. If I had to put up with another suitor who pretended to like literature I was going to faint!”
•You got up to greet him and as Tim politely kissed your hand.
•”We should discuss literature sometime Master Drake, charming looks and I’m sure that’s there is a brilliant mind too.”
•As you exited the room Tim knew right then and there that he would admire you.
•His brothers would constantly tease him about this.
•And much to Tim’s dismay one of his brothers Jason worked at the castle too.
•Some days he would see Jason talking to you with no doubt in his mind telling you of his feelings.
•”So Princess, did you know my intellectually little brother had feelings for you?” Jason blurted out of nowhere.
•You quickly looked up surprised, “You’re lying.”
•”I would never lie to you.”
•”I don’t think I would be suitable for him.”
•”He finds you perfect. See how he stares at you a lot. He had feelings for you since day one.”
•Your cheeks turned pink but you tried to brush it off, “I’m sure it is of no importance.”
•Jason grinned at your blushing face, “I keep egging him on to confess but he won’t do it… I’m sure if he had some proof…you know Princess… if you returning the feelings you would finally get the actual suitor you’ve been wanting.”
•”Do as you must.”
•”So you want him?”
•”Do you have to say it in those terms?”
•Jason shrugged carelessly, “I’ll take that answer as a yes”
•Days at the castle Tim spent most of the time advising the King.
•But when he wasn’t he spent most of his free time with you.
•He also was in charge of your suitors.
•Traces of jealously would come through him as he saw countless men try to capture your heart.
•But always felt happy in the end when he would lead them out the door defeated.
•As of late Jason kept nagging him to confess.
•”C’mon Tim we all know how you feel about her. Just get up and kiss her! It always works for me!”
•”I can see that it works quite well. You have no wife after all.”
•Jason threw a wet towel at his face.
•But as time went on the King became restless of you not getting a suitor.
•He oraganized a extravagant ball to get suitors from around the world.
•You we’re far from happy But Tim was instructed to make sure you stayed in the room.
•When the ball became too much you left for the garden when Tim became distracted.
•He found you in the dark garden staring at some flowers.
•”You rejected the Prince of Ray today?”
•”He seemed suitable and the King-“
•”My Dad just wants me to marry someone I’ve rejected too many.” You replied glumly
•”My apologies Prin- (Name)”
•”We’re alone Tim so it’s alright to not be so formal.”
•Tim cleared his throat and proceeded to ask,
•”Do you plan on marrying someone.”
•You looked at him with that same gaze before mumbling a small “..yes..”
•”Any traits in particular.”
•”To be frank, someone like you.”
•Tim muttered out a nervous thank you and looked down. You appeared to have something on your mind so he quietly offered.
•”But if you don’t plan on marrying anyone… we could… My apologies I don’t know what-“ Tim began to back out
•”No!” You said eagerly, “What were you going to say?”
•Tim thought of his brothers Jason’s advice and adruptly got up.
•Before he could have feelings of regret he quickly placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
Today was the big day. The day that the Coels and Lothbroks will be joined in holy matrimony under God. Ragnar had agreed to have the marriage the Saxon way if Adelaide agreed to travel back to Kattegat three days after the ceremony. King Coel had decided on Adelaide’s behalf, elated that the service would be done their way.
Adelaide flipped on her side as Milla jerked the curtains open and the sun’s bright rays invaded the room. Adelaide had gotten very little sleep the night before as her nerves would not allow her a moment of peace. Her thoughts never let her mind turn off as a rush of all the possible outcomes ran through her head.
Adelaide stretched her arms to the side and softly moaned as her bones cracked after being so still for so long. She smiled at Milla as she strode over to Adelaide’s bed, “Good morning, my princess. Today is a significant day.”
Adelaide scrunched her eyebrows together, “What do you mean, Milla? Oh! Has the hunting party returned with an assortment of meat for us to feast on?”
Milla raised her eyebrows toward Adelaide as she pulled the blankets off the bed, “Oh yes, my princess! King Coel has asked you down for your help in preparing the animals also!” Milla laughed.
Adelaide mocked throwing up before giggling herself, “Oh, Milla. I am going to miss you so. Can you please tell me the wedding has been canceled and I am now free to live here with you for the rest of my days?”
“Sweet Princess Adelaide, that is no way to talk on the big day! Now your father has given me strict instructions to keep you in this room so that your groom will not see you before it is time. I brought you some breakfast, and once you are finished, we must get started!” Milla kissed Adelaide on the forehead, “I will gather up the rest of the girls, and we will be back in thirty minutes. Eat up, you shouldn’t get married on an empty stomach.” Milla walked out of Adelaide’s chambers with the prior day’s clothes.
Adelaide walked over to the small table that held her breakfast. An assortment of cheeses and meats littered the silver plater. Before she could reach for a piece of food, the door opened slightly, and a body slipped in.
“Hvitserk! What are you doing in here! You are not to see me until the ceremony. My father will be furious if he catches you!” Adelaide yelled at Hvitserk as she turned from him and covered her face with her hands.
“My beautiful bride, I could not wait to see you. I wanted to say something before we are joined under the gods,” Hvitserk turned Adelaide’s face toward his and grabbed her soft hands in his rough ones before continuing, “Adelaide Coel, I understand that we barely know each other, but I am very excited for our life together. I want to get to know you and for your belly to swell with our beautiful children. I know that neither of us had a say in this, but I would never wish for any of my brothers to take my place nor would I wish anyone take yours.”
Hvitserk leaned forward and connected their lips. It was a soft kiss, and it only lasted for a second before Hvitserk pulled back, “I must go now before your father has my head on a stick. I will see you again in a couple of hours when you will be officially mine.”
Before Adelaide could speak a word, Hvitserk had slipped back through the door as quickly as he came in. She brought her hand up to her lips and let her fingers ghost over where he had just been. She wondered if anyone had informed him on what happens on the night of the wedding.
She shook her head to clear her mind. Someone obviously told him and informed him of other details of how the ceremony would go. Adelaide reached for a piece of cheese and bit her lip. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be as bad as she thought.
Before long Milla returned with several other servants. They guided Adelaide over to her vanity where they ran her brush through her tangled hair. The girls were humming as they worked. Once they had finished brushing her hair, they started to style it. They pulled the top half of her hair into a ponytail and braided the hair that was sectioned off. The bottom half was left to their perfect waves. Adelaide wanted to keep her hair simple.
It was the dress next. Milla had laid it out on the end of Adelaide’s bed, and as she walked toward her bed, she was left speechless. The dress had was a white lace piece that had sheer lace sleeves that connected to the chest and back until the solid white fabric underneath shown through. The dress had a beaded belt that had a floral pattern.
The servants began to untie Adelaide’s nightgown as she took in her wedding dress. Milla watched in awe from the side of the bed, “You will be the most beautiful bride, my princess.”
A single tear dropped from Adelaide’s cheek as she heard Milla’s words, “Thank you, Milla. I love you very much, I hope you know that.” The nightgown fell to the ground, and Milla walked over to help the Princess with her dress. Milla picked up the fabric gently and allowed Adelaide to step underneath for the dress to slip over her body.
Once Adelaide had got her arms through the long sleeves that covered most of her hands, Milla guided her over to her floor length mirror. Adelaide took in her appearance as Milla smoothed her hands on her white dress. “What did I tell you, Princess? The most beautiful bride that there was ever. Oh, wait, one final piece.”
Milla walked over to a box that had been left near the door. She opened the wooden container and pulled out a diamond covered crown. Milla walked back over, and Adelaide slightly bent down to help Milla place the piece of jewelry on her head. The crown glittered as the sun shone through the window. Adelaide took her appearance in and for the first time in her life, she felt like a queen.
“My beautiful daughter, how grown up you look.” Adelaide’s mother entered the room and headed straight for her daughter.
“So how do I look, mother?” Adelaide looked back in the mirror, and her mother joined her as she stood behind Adelaide running her hands down Adelaide’s arms.
“Like a true bride. I have waited for this day for so long, I cannot believe that it is already here.” The queen quickly wiped her eyes to try and hide her tears.
“Mother, if you start crying then I will sure as well,” Adelaide turned in her mother’s arms and brought her in for a hug, “I love you, and I will miss you so.”
“Hush about that now Adelaide, it is not the time for goodbyes. Are you ready? I was sent to fetch you.” The queen smiled, and Adelaide could see that she was truly happy for her little girl.
Adelaide shook her head and hugged Milla before walking with her mother down the halls. She was met with her father at the entrance of the ceremony hall, “Are you ready for this sweetheart?” King Coel reached for Adelaide’s arm and wrapped his in hers after she shook her head.
The sound of the flutes and other instruments filled her ears as she took in a deep breath. This was really it. The large doors were pulled open, and she felt all eyes on her. She brought her head up and scanned the room. Her eyes met his, and the room seemed to melt.
Adelaide felt a squeeze on her arm, but she didn’t pay it any attention and started to walk forward, her eyes only connected with his. Hvitserk’s eyes had gone wide and his mouth agape. He was taken back by her beauty and felt frozen in his spot. He watched in awe as she glided down the aisle toward him; she looked gods-like.
Once Adelaide reached the end of the aisle, the music ended, and King Coel kissed the top of her forehead and patted her arm before turning to his seat where her mother and brother were already. Both Hvitserk and Adelaide knelt on the steps. The priest stepped toward them with the wedding document in his hand, and another had the ink and quill. They both signed the document, binding them together under marriage laws.
The priest stepped back to his spot and started to read off the document. Adelaide’s mind was buzzing so loudly that she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she had attended many weddings before, so she knew what he was announcing. They had confirmed that there had not been any prior contact with each other before the marriage, agreed to stay with each other till death do them part in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad times. They promised to be faithful to each other for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer.
Once the priest had finished, both Hvitserk and Adelaide stood to their feet and joined in hands, “Do you, Hvitserk Lothbrok, agree to these terms and therefore take Adelaide Coel to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Hvitserk bit his lip, “I do,” He was speaking Adelaide’s language. It was broken and grumbled, but it made Adelaide happy nonetheless that Hvitserk had learned the phrase.
“Do you, Adelaide Coel, agree to these terms and therefore take Hvitserk Lothbrok to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” Adelaide smiled and turned her head to the priest.
“With the power vested in me, I pronounce Hvitserk Lothbrok and Adelaide Coel husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” The priest gestured to Adelaide to signal to Hvitserk that he could kiss her.
Hvitserk caught on and wrapped his hands around her jaw and connected their lips. Cheers erupted around the couple. The kiss was deep, filled with passion, but like most of their kisses, it was cut short as Hvitserk pulled back. Adelaide smiled as the couple joined hands once more and walked down the petal littered aisle.
Adelaide caught a glimpse of Milla in the back of the hall, and she was absolutely bawling, and so was her mother. King Coel had a look of pride and nodded toward Adelaide as she passed by.
The party moved to a large ballroom where there was an open space meant for dancing and conversing. Small tables were placed around the edge of the room with white flower arrangements in the center of each. There was a little band in the left corner who started to play a slow song as the bride and groom entered the room. The guests parted for Adelaide and Hvitserk to make their way to the center of the room for their first dance as husband and wife.
Hvitserk placed his hand out for Adelaide to place hers in and when they reached the middle of the room, he had placed one hand on her waist, and one was put behind his back. They started to dance to the music. Hvitserk was spinning Adelaide, making her giggle at his jagged movements with the formal dance. He picked her up by the waist and lifted her up in the air as the music started to slow to a stop. When he slowly began to let her down, their faces almost touched, and Adelaide could feel his breath on her face.
The room started to clap for the couple, and Adelaide laughed, looking around at the guests. The music began to pick up, and the guests started to join in, taking the pressure off the couple and letting them relax a little bit.
“I am so excited to take you back to Kattegat. My mother will love you, and our people will adore you,” Hvitserk started to sway the both of them to music. He had a massive grin on his face that was contagious, and Adelaide started to smile even though moving away from her home terrified her.
“I hope your mother will like me. But I am going, to be honest, I am terrified of leaving. I want to start my life with you, but moving so far away from my home and so quickly, keeps me up at night.” Adelaide confessed to her new husband.
“You have nothing to fear. I will be by your side the whole time; no harm will ever come to you or your name. Trust me,” Hvitserk calmed Adelaide’s nerves with a kiss on top of her forehead. Adelaide laid her head on Hvitserk’s chest and they swayed to the music.
Adelaide felt a tap on her shoulder that brought her back to reality. Her father was standing before her, “Hvitserk, can I have this dance with my daughter?” Hvitserk nodded even though he had no idea what the King had said.
The king took Adelaide’s hand into his and started slowly dance to the music with his daughter, “I am very proud of you, Adelaide. You did this for your Kingdom, and your people know what you have done for them.”
Adelaide smiled at her father, “They’re the reason why I do everything I do. I want to protect them, and if marring a Northman means shielding them from their violence, then there is no choice. I had to marry Hvitserk.”
King Coel was very proud of his daughter and her dedication to her Kingdom, “You’ve handled this with such grace and poise. No other woman I know would have done what you have. I know this was a sacrifice for you and you accepted it and never doubted me or my decisions.”
Adelaide always loved when her father praised her, but she did not do this for him. She did this for her people so that they would never be raided by the Northmen and know the reality of their ferocity. “Thank you, father. Your words mean a great deal to me. I always strive to bring respect and honor to our name.”
The king nodded and then continued to dance with his daughter in silence. He knew this was probably the last time he would get to, and he wanted to savor the moment. The rest of the night was full of food, drinks, and laughs. When the night started to settle in, the priest had told the King that they were ready for the consummation, and the King gathered the people involved.
Hvitserk looked confused as did his brothers when they were all led to a secluded bedroom in the side hall of the castle, “This is our consummation, Hvitserk. This is what seals our marriage and makes it official under the eyes of God. There must be witnesses that we were connected mentally and physically, or our marriage could be accused of being void in the future.”
“I don’t understand why we must have an audience watch us. That is an invasion of privacy,” Hvitserk protested and raised his voice. The room was filled the priest, the King, Queen, and Prince along with Ragnar, Ubbe, Ivar, and a few servants. Adelaide requested that Milla be present and she was there in the back holding her hand to her mouth.
“Hvitserk, we are the only people in this room that matter. Focus on me and only me,” Adelaide leaned forward and kissed Hvitserk. It was a deep kiss, but Adelaide felt Hvitserk’s hesitation. She wrapped her hands in his hair and started to walk backward until her body collided with the bed. Hvitserk pulled back and stared into Adelaide’s eyes, “Please. Do this for me.”
Hvitserk nodded his head, and the couple moved up the bed. The priest closed the sheer curtains around the bed. It brought very little coverage, and the witnesses could see their shadows on the fabric.
Hvitserk connected their lips this time, and Adelaide felt him get more comfortable. He lowered his kisses down to her shoulder, and Adelaide arched her back to give him more access, and he made his way down her body, taking her thin nightgown with him. Soon she was bare to him, and Hvitserk sat back on his knees and took her body in.
“Mm, even more perfect than what I had imagined,” Hvitserk had a look of hunger in his eyes that made Adelaide shiver. He leaned back down to bring his lips to the soft spot under her jaw that made her let out a low moan. Hvitserk’s hands wandered Adelaide’s body, teasing her as they ghosted over her skin but avoided the place she needed him the most.
“Please, Hvitserk.” Adelaide didn’t know what she was asking for. She wanted Hvitserk to touch her either to fill the need starting to build up or to complete to marriage and get the people who were right outside of the curtains to leave.
Hvitserk picked up on what Adelaide was trying to convey as he brought his hands to tear his tunic off. They were completely exposed to each other now, and Adelaide took in Hvitserk’s appearance in. His soft, lightly tanned skin looked heavenly in the glow of the candles. His muscles were defined most likely by all the physical activity he partakes in because of his Viking culture.
Hvitserk reached a hand down to Adelaide’s breast and lightly squeezed it in his large palm, and his other hand was grabbing at her ass. His lips were on her throat, leaving little marks. Adelaide’s hands were in his hair, clutching at the roots.
Adelaide grabbed the hand that was on her ass and moved it over her sex. Hvitserk brought his eyes up to hers and raised his eyebrows. Adelaide just nodded in response.
Hvitserk ghosted his hand over her until taking his middle finger and connecting it to her clit and drawing slow circles on it. This made Adelaide gasp loudly and threw her head back into the pillow. Hvitserk continued his assault on her clit, slowly moving quicker and adding more pressure. He switched from his middle finger to his thumb as he entered one finger into her tight sex.
Adelaide couldn’t hold in her moans anymore as he started to pump into her and she started to ache for more, “Hvitserk,” she moaned out. He added another finger and Adelaide started to pant loudly, a knot beginning to form in the pit of her stomach.
But as quickly as the pleasure started to build, it was taken away as Hvitserk pulled his hands away from her wet center. His fingers were slick with her arousal, and he brought them to his mouth. He held eye contact with Adelaide as he licked his fingers clean, letting them out with a pop.
Adelaide whined at the sight, and the ache at the entrance grew. Hvitserk looked at her with concern and Adelaide nodded in response as she felt him line himself up with her. “I will go slow,” Hvitserk whispered in her ear.
Adelaide felt a strange pressure as he started to slowly push himself in. She felt herself stretch to accommodate his size, and she gasped loudly as he gradually came to a stop as he was entirely inside her. Hvitserk gave her a moment to adjust before he started to pull out. The emptiness made a whimper leave her mouth before a moan replaced it when he thrust back in.
Hvitserk started to pick up the pace as Adelaide’s moans became more confident. Hvitserk’s fingers connected to Adelaide’s clit again and made Adelaide groan and grip the sheets. It wasn’t long before she felt the knot form in her stomach again.
She pulled Hvitserk down to her by his neck and connected their lips in a sloppy, rushed kiss as Hvitserk’s hips started to slam into her. Adelaide clenched when she felt herself come undone, and she let out a sound that was close to a scream.
Her legs started to tremble as ecstasy came over her body. Her back arched into Hvitserk as he started to sloppily thrust into her, letting her ride out her orgasm. He was very close to his own as well, and when Adelaide moaned out his name, he was thrown off the edge and his seed filled Adelaide. She could feel it, and she sucked in her breath at the feeling.
Hvitserk let out one last moan before falling beside Adelaide, and the emptiness making her whimper. He leaned over to Adelaide and kissed the top of her sweaty forehead, “You did so well, my bride.”
“Has it been done, Princess?” The Priest called from outside the curtain.
“Yes, Father,” Adelaide said breathlessly. The couple could hear the crowd shuffling around before hearing the door close.
“This is the last time we have to do this, right?” Hvitserk questioned with a grin.
“Unless it excited you to have an audience,” Adelaide smirked, and Hvitserk pulled himself on top of her and connected their lips again.
A/N: Oh, wow this is long, excuse any errors! Thank yall so much for your positive feedback and continue commenting what you think of this story and what you think should happen! Again, if you want to be tagged, PLEASE send me an ask otherwise there is no guarantee that you will if you ask in a reply / reblog because sometimes I don’t see them. Also, tomorrow there should be a Riverdale piece going up! IT’s finished, but I couldn’t post it today because I’m posting this!
Okay so here we see that the angara celebrate marriage between the sons of two different families and the marriage actually JOINS the families and considers the bloodlines intertwined, so here’s fucking proof that in angaran society being gay and in love is something to celebrate and rejoice over so there is ZERO FUCKING EXCUSE for why Jaal can’t be bi.