You were born in Ontario, Canada and you loved playing pond hockey with boys. Matt Duchene was even your neighbor and you two used to spend every hour you had on a pond, skating during the winter and chasing little ducklings during the summer. You used to go to the city every day with your bikes and used to sit on his family house’s porch, discussing future. Many years later you went to the same school, took the same classes, even hanged out with the same people and were practically inseparable. When others called you a couple, you laughed at them, but even back then you wanted it to be true. Now even more years had passed and you lived in San Francisco, arranging your upcoming wedding with a man you liked, but not as much as you liked Matt. To many people it seemed weird to see a young girl as you were arranging a wedding. The truth was, you finished your university at the age of 22 and you were already employed as the leading programmer in the biggest software company. Actually, every credit for making you a programming fan, went to Matt. You remembered countless nights when your parents had had yet another argument, you father yelling at your mom and usually storming upstairs with a bottle of whiskey. At those times, you sneaked out and went to Matt, with whom you played videogames all night long or tried to hack someone’s computer. Of course, at those nights when the next morning did not require early wake up. Remembering those sweet memories of your childhood, you sighed deeply: “How I wish Matt had time to come to my wedding.”
~~ Few months later, you were nervously walking up and down your apartment, waiting for a limo to pick you up. Your co-worker, who was also your bridesmaid, was looking at you: “What the hell is wrong with you?” “I am nervous.” “So why are you keep looking at your phone?” You stopped on spot, gulping hard, because you had no idea you had been doing that all along. “I am not,” you objected and threw your phone on a bed. In a next second, its screen lighted up. You jumped forward, but your co-worker was faster. “Who is Matt Duchene?” “A friend of mine. Childhood friend. And a hockey player.” “And this has to do with your wedding how?” “I invited him. But I am sure he won’t have time to fly all the way from Montreal.” She threw the phone back to you: “Are you sure?” You look down at the screen where was Matt’s response: “Count me in!:)” He confirmed! Excited to see your old friend again, you started squealing. Your bridesmaid shot an angry glance at you, rolled her eyes and then left you alone with your excitement.
~~ The time came for you to walk down the aisle and marry a guy, who may not be your long-lasting crush, but it’s still a great person. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking around, looking for Matt, who was nowhere to be seen. He promised you he’d be there. He promised you. And Matt always kept his promises. “Come on, Matt, where are you?” you mumbled to yourself, nervously fighting the urge to run back to your room and call him. But when you saw glimmering eyes of your husband-to-be, you realized you couldn’t do that to him. So you continued your way down the aisle. Your fiancé took your palms in his and the ceremony begun. The whole room was quiet, until that part when a priest asked whether anyone had anything against our marriage. After few minutes of silence, door opened loudly and Matt stomped in: “I have!” Your hands flew from your boyfriend’s grip to your mouth as you kept looking Matt coming towards you. He stopped right in front of you and said loudly: “Y/N, I don’t know how to say it. I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids and never stopped loving you.” “Matt…why you’ve been waiting for so long?” “I decided the best thing to do it, is to crash your wedding. I thought I was too late,” he said in a quieter voice, suddenly looking like an embarrassed sixteen-year-old. You looked at your boyfriend, who had obviously already realized where everything lead and he hugged you: “Thank you for the best six years of my life. But I know I am not the one you truly love. Y/N, I wish you all the best.” Two small tears slipped down your cheeks when you hugged him back, whispering final goodbye and apologizing to him. Then you turned to Matt, who stood there, his hand in a pocket of his tux. When his gaze met yours, he wasted no time. He pulled you in the most gentle hug ever and kissed your eyelids, your cheeks and finally, planted a passionate kiss on your lips. Without hesitating, you kissed him back, happy to finally be with the only guy you’ve ever loved.
okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -
- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?
say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.
mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.
not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.
ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.
then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.
ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.
“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”
so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.
he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans.
so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.
mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.
then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.
shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.
and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.
the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.
but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.
and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.
she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.
she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”
she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.
and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.
Summary: Draco decides to visit America before he gets married to Astoria Greengrass, fulfilling a pact his family has made with hers. It’s a last-minute trip he wants to take before he settles down to fulfill his duties as a Malfoy. Until he meets you, and you change his whole life.
Word Count: 3,073
A/N: Another daydream of mine with my beloved Draco. Hope you all enjoy!
Draco blinked and met his mother’s
Narcissa Malfoy gave him a
thin-lipped smile, embarrassment across her otherwise-stoic features. “Are you
with us, dear?”
Draco, in fact, wasn’t in the room.
His mind had been wandering ever since his father began to talk about business
and how he was seeking to invest his Galleons into worthy ideas. Nothing that
really interested Draco. His passion was found in cauldrons, steaming potions,
watching them change colors as Draco neared the discoveries of spells and
concoctions that would help the wizarding world throughout the planet.
Yet his parents weren’t so fond of
his chosen career path. They called it a hobby, didn’t acknowledge Draco’s
efficacity in it, and Lucius incessantly insisted that Draco meet with him
weekly to go over the family’s interests and what to do to bring even more
fortune to the Malfoy household.
The war had been unkind to his
family. Pureblooded thinking had been shunned and Lucius Malfoy had been forced
to swallow his pride and beliefs to keep going forward, to try to fix the
wrongs that had tarnished his household when he had chosen the wrong side.
Samurai Jack: The Case for Mature Western Animation
When critics talk about the must-see television events happening so far this year, shows like Better Call Saul, American Gods, and The Handmaiden’s Tale are often brought up. This is, of course, for good reason: each of those shows are well-crafted, hard-hitting, and intelligent stories told by visionary showrunners in wholly unique ways.
We need to start including Samurai Jack on that list.
Genndy Tartakovsky has always been a cinematic animator. His original run on Samurai Jack nearly two decades ago nearly revolutionized how children’s action cartoons could be portrayed, with his careful and brilliant use of silence and color. He would continue this artistry with his tragically-underrated science-fiction epic, Sym-Bionic Titan (hey, Toonami, how about asking for a second season of that show next, huh?).
When Samurai Jack returned this year, Tartakovsky knew that his audience was going to have grown with the character. He knew that [adult swim] would’ve allowed him to use as much profanity, gore, and sexual innuendos as your average Family Guy episode, and a lesser showrunner would’ve run with that opportunity. Instead, Tartakovsky opted to tell a more mature story in the literal sense of the word. This meant more reflection, more spiritual and emotional symbolism, more grounded stakes, and a more hardened Jack. Indeed, this is what makes a majority of the season so fascinating to watch.
During the original series on Cartoon Network, our hero was a calm, silent, confident warrior on a mission. Despite being a stranger in a strange land, he always kept his wits about him. Rarely did he lose. Watching the show as kids, we just knew that he was going to eventually make it back to the past to stop Aku.
In season five, we’re not so certain anymore. Jack is now more of a ronin, wandering the apocalyptic wasteland of Aku’s future looking for lives to save. It’s become so routine that he’s almost forgotten why he does it anymore. His mind is corrupted by vicious thoughts that constantly bombard him with self-doubt. He suffers from hallucinations of his family and loved ones suffering in the past without him. All the while, he’s being followed by the spirit of death, who is patiently waiting for Jack’s seemingly-inevitable suicide. Even with the introduction of comedic characters like Scaramouche, we’re shown immediately just how much darker this world had become.
That threat grows worse with the introduction of the Daughters of Aku, seven warriors bred specifically to kill Jack. In my opinion, the episodes surrounding their hunt and the subsequent battles were the highlight of the season, showcasing Tartakovsky’s storytelling nuances at their brightest. The action is as swift and dazzling as ever, and the use of dramatic lighting and suspenseful music is downright ingenious. Balancing the hard-hitting violence with the somber moments of fear and reflection make the battles between Jack and the Daughters some of the best directed scenes not simply in recent animated history, but in television history as a whole.
After a poignant childhood flashback of his father reluctantly slaying an army of foes, Jack comes to terms with the fact that he sometimes needs to shed human blood, despite having never done such a thing before. He slays six of the seven Daughters of Aku in a beautiful snow-covered forest (again showing us how much Tartakovsky and his team love playing with color), sparing only one of their lives. This is when we meet Ashi, who becomes the driving force of the entire season.
I was legitimately impressed with how the show handled Ashi’s transformation from brainwashed killing machine to Jack’s partner in good. Within the span of two incredibly-paced episodes, we saw her slowly peel away the layers of both who she and the “evil” samurai were. Contrasting the unforgiving violence of her upbringing to the gentleness of her former enemy causes her to question everything she knew, and interacting with Jack’s old friends from the original series solidified her stance on the matter: Jack, despite everything she knew, was a hero.
(Just an aside, seeing Ashi break lose and dance at the Rave with a big smile on her face was one of the happiest damn moments of the season for me)
A lot of people were unsure of how to interpret Ashi. I know a lot of people felt she was very sexualized throughout the series, and I felt there was a definitive lack of understanding when it came time for the character to “wash herself clean” of Aku’s influence (does it matter if she was technically naked the whole time? Can’t we just accept physical metaphors and move on?). Some didn’t like that she had to save Jack on multiple occasions, while some didn’t like the fact that she, herself, had to be saved on multiple occasions. I feel as if those people were simply looking for something to complain about, because I legitimately found Ashi to be a great character.
The episode in which she needed to take down an entire army sent to kill Jack while he was meditating his anger away and acquiring his sword is an all-timer, and probably the most Tartakovsky-esque of the season. The action sequences are as brutal as they had ever been, with bright Tarantino-styled blood spilling over the battlefield; Meanwhile, Jack’s spiritual quest for inner-peace is filled with as much stillness and restraint as the creative staff could muster. Truly the last perfect episode of the season.
I felt as if every idea and story beat Tartakovsky had planned ended up in the season in some capacity, though I felt that the pacing was forced to grow a bit rushed as the season wrapped up. The best – and most unfortunate – example of this is the finale itself.
It’s exactly how we all secretly wanted the show to end: Jack is seemingly defeated, and Aku can’t help but gloat to everyone on the planet. Right as a possessed Ashi is about to deliver the fatal blow, all of Jack’s allies rally together for a full assault on Aku’s castle (what else could’ve possibly connected all of these strange characters than the capture of their legendary savior?). Jack breaks free and assists Ashi in overcoming Aku’s demonic grasp. Upon learning that she possesses all of Aku’s abilities, she’s the one who opens up a new portal in time, allowing Jack to go back to the past and finally defeat Aku.
(In what was easily my favorite part of the finale, Jack and Ashi appear almost immediately after his original self was sent back, leaving Aku flustered, baffled, ill-prepared, and horrified. “You’re back already?!” he spits out. Jack conquers his foe easily, and while some found the final battle anti-climactic, I felt it was perfect.)
Afterwards, Jack finally returns home, Ashi by his side. A wedding is arranged immediately, and they’re ready to spend the rest of their lives together. In a dark twist that those of us familiar with time travel almost saw coming, however, Ashi disappears from existence in Jack’s arms, having never been born due to Aku never taking over the future. Jack, bitterly alone, retreats to the forest, where a ladybug (a beautiful callback to Ashi’s character arc) allows him to see the promise of what’s to come.
It all sounds so perfect. Unfortunately, everything emotional that happened in this episode had to be squeezed into the last ten minutes. This maybe could’ve worked if Tartakovsky hadn’t perfectly spaced out Jack’s inner turmoil at the beginning of the season. After such perfect reflection, I wanted to see more emotion from these last few moments. There was a lot Jack needed to react to, from all of his friends coming together to fight Aku, to Ashi finally defeating and channeling the darkness within her, to the unadulterated and enormous impact of finally returning to the past! Jack had spent over fifty years trying to get there, and we didn’t even get to see an emotional reunion with his family. That just didn’t feel right to me.
Then there’s Ashi’s disappearance. She didn’t die, she was erased from existence. After struggling with his inner demons throughout the first half of the season, I wanted to see Jack mentally and emotionally try and cope with that. After all, it wasn’t simply Ashi who vanished; it was all of his friends and allies whose lives he had touched throughout his decades in the future. All of them were gone, a curse that inevitable if Jack were to complete his mission. There is pain, horror, and guilt bursting at the seams with such an ending. We could’ve had an entire half hour dedicated to Jack accepting what he had done. It’s such a bitter, dark, and beautiful ending emotionally, and I felt the writing staff wasn’t given the time to appropriately explore it.
Still, all of the ideas were there, and Genndy ended the show on his own terms creatively. He still provided us with nine-and-a-half perfect episodes that broke the boundaries of what Western animation was capable of. It practiced restraint and patience when other action cartoons insist on doing the complete opposite. It gave us a hero plagued with inner-darkness and mental illness on a journey of self-purpose. It gave us a character with a redemption arc we never saw coming and rooted for until her tragic end. And – for me, anyway – it gave me hope for animation as a medium, that more audiences will look at this sweeping epic of a story and think “I want more.”
Not a request but a few of you ( @remybosslika@percywinchester27@atc74 ) asked about their wedding so I have decided to make a few planning drabbles before actually writing the wedding drabble.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: nothing but fluff.
Word Count: 774
A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fit into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone, but will also very much be part of the series.
This takes place a few months after part 9 of Living with Regrets. Jensen has asked Y/N to marry him and she has accepted. Finding out how and where the wedding is gonna be will be the next step.
Still not over my writer’s block but for some reason this universe comes easy to me.
You stared into the mirror looking yourself up and down deciding that you looked like cotton candy, before letting out a deep sigh in annoyance.
“This is useless!” You grumbled making Gen instantly appear behind you, along with Sabrina, the woman who had been kind enough to bring all of these dresses turning yours and Jensen’s apartment into a small bridal shop.
In between filming and other wedding arrangement, you hadn’t had an entire day to set aside to shop for wedding dresses so Sabrina who owned a small store in Austin had offered to come to you. You had paid her handsomely for her efforts of course but you still felt like and ungrateful brat each time you turned one of her suggestions down.
Imagine Lucio asking Efi to be the flower girl for his and Hana's wedding, she then proceeds to faint from excitement.
I LOVE THIS?? (It kind of turned into a wedding heacannon for bunnyribbit, but oh well. Also, I headcannon Lucio as Catholic)
The wedding is already arrange, but they are missing the most important piece. Lucio approaches Efi with his offer, and she nearly hyperventilates from thinking about being the flower girl for his and D.va’s wedding.
It’s set in Brazil, with lots of their culture mixed together. Before the wedding even starts, Lucio gives D.va’s mother a wooden goose. A Korean tradition, wild geese mate for life, so his gift is a promise that he will care for her daughter for life.
D.va wears a diamond lace halter strap princess style wedding gown. Her high heels are colored gold, a wedding tradition in Brazil.
The church is grand and beautiful. D.va is excited, only ready to see her future husband’s face. Lucio is a bundle of emotions, but more then ready to become one with the love of his life.
Efi is dressed in a beautiful green gown, tossing bright flower petals on the path to the alter. Her excitement is contagious, and Lucio smiles at her job well done.
Walking down the aisle, D.va’s father is proud as he hands her to Lucio. The groom is crying, but D.va is smiling through her tears as well.
The priest speaks the vows, Lucio and D.va accepting in the other’s native tongue. Once they are pronounced man and wife, they throw their arms around each other. Kissing as husband and wife as their family and friends burst out in joy.
After the celebration has ended, they take off to Korea. Their honey moon giving them time together and the chance to enjoy their first days as husband and wife alone.
Papa Hiashi arranged Hinata’s wedding!!!! I’ve been waiting for this father-daughter kind of moment between them!!! AND NEJI BBY and if I’m not mistaken the stand kind of says “uzumaki•hyuuga clan” U GUYS IM SO HAPPY & EXCITED BEC PAPA HIASHI IS A PROUD FATHERR
I think it’s really significant how Oda chose to place Sanji in the very last panel of this chapter.
Not only is Oda teasing us readers with the little details of the tuxedo, but he’s also subtly implying that this is the real man of the day, not all those stellar big shots he introduced earlier.
Without Sanji’s existence the Vinsmokes couldn’t have arranged the wedding with Big Mom in the first place, and Luffy wouldn’t be plotting with Bege to throw an entrance that would last in history. Who knows in which direction the events that shall come forth would turn the wheels of fate?
As a Sanji fan, I’m still having trouble believing that all of this terrific insanity is revolving around his very existence, what decision he makes and how he deals with it. Because you know what? Luffy, our faithful gamechanger, will choose how to flip the party table depending entirely on Sanji’s wishes, what Sanji wants. Isn’t that a lovely idea?
Back to the panel - Sanji’s hooded eyes and unreadable expression give the impression of resolution and poise, but they’re also a careful facade carved to hide his tremendous level of anxiety and guilt. He has faith in Luffy and the others of course, but how can he possibly deny that they’re taking one hell of a ridiculous bet, all because of his stubborn but soft heart?
Sanji may be a man of guts, but in this moment he’s probably praying to the gods that all goes well, not for his own sake, but for those who chose without hesitation to rest their fates with his decision.
(aaahhh sorry this took me so long! im not quite happy with it but anway here’s some cute gfs getting married)
Cosette and Eponine have been together for years now and they never really discussed the subject of marriage.
get me wrong, Cosette loves the whole idea of wearing a beautiful dress
and walking down the aisle to promise to spend her life loving Eponine
but her girlfriend never made any hints that it was something she wanted
and she doesn’t want to pressure her. It’s not like she minds - they
don’t need a wedding ring to prove their love, so she stays quiet about
Little does she know Eponine actually does want to get married
and she’s been thinking about it a lot lately, especially after
Combeferre and Courfeyrac got married a few months ago as the first ones
in their group.
But how on earth do you bring up this kind of
topic? Just proposing out of the blue is out of the question. Not if
she doesn’t know if Cosette even wants to.
“Just talk about
this like adults” Grantaire groans when she talks (read: whines) to him
about it. She raises an eyebrow and scoffs in response.
mean like you and Enjolras are?” “Shut up” She knows Grantaire has been
thinking about proposing as well, however Enjolras has always had pretty
clear opinions on marriage in the past and he’s scared of being
rejected. What a hypocrite though.
They’re having a quiet
night in, curled up on the couch together with a glass of wine, when
Eponine does take Grantaire’s advice.
“Hey Zette?” Cosette hums in reponse, her head resting on Eponine’s shoulder.
“Do you ever think about getting married someday?”
She feels the body next to her still. “yeah of course, do you?”
Eponine only nods, nervously skimming her finger over the top of her wine glass.
you ever consider getting married…to me?” Cosette sits up to look at
her but she keeps her gaze firmly on the glass, pressing her lips
“Ep, I love you. Of course I considered it! I just…you
never seemed interested in marriage and i didn’t want to scare you off”
Eponine’s head shoots back up again “I am interested though!”
“So you want to get married?” “Yes!” “Good.”
Cue them beaming at each other like the adorable lovebirds they are.
next weeks Eponine spends looking for a ring and planning the perfect
proposal because now that she knows they both want this, she can’t wait.
But in the end Cosette beats her to it by proposing first while having a
picnic in the park. It’s all sappy and perfect and they proceed to
spend the rest of the day dozing cuddled together on the blanket,
neither of them quite believing the other is now their fiancée
course all of Les Amis are ecstatic when they find out and help out
with their wedding arrangements. (Eponine may have whispered “now it’s
your turn” into Grantaire’s ear when he hugged her)
Eponine nor Cosette are one for big pompous weddings so it ends up being
a small beautiful ceremony with just their friends, Valjean and
Eponine’s siblings present (her parents are absolutely not invited).
rented a lovely little venue and there are flowers everywhere,
especially violets, white magnolias and ivy (Jehan helped a lot with
Cosette looks stunning in her lacy bohemian dress and
flowers in her hair and so does Eponine who decided to wear a dashing
tuxedo instead. Both can’t take their eyes off each other as Cosette is
led down the aisle by her father.
Both of them cry during their vows but no one’s eyes stay quite dry (even Montparnasse blinks suspiciously often)
When the officiant announces “you may now kiss the bride” Eponine dips Cosette for the big smooch.
During their first dance these two are simply glowing (imagine ‘forever with me’ by nedra johnson this song is gay jsyk)
of course dances with Cosette for the traditional father-daughter dance
whereas Eponine dances with Gavroche who keeps twirling her around to
make her laugh.
The newlyweds get home in the early morning
hours, drunkenly giggling and clinging to each other happily. Eponine is
carrying her shoes in her hands and Cosette’s cheek ended up covered
in Eponine’s lipstick during the taxi ride home.
is forgotten as soon as they’re over the doorstep and kisses turn
heated. “We do have to consumate the marriage properly”, Ep whispers
against her new wife’s lips as she guides her into the bedroom.
What you guys do on this site is amazing! I'm impressed with each fic that you write! I don't know if i'm sending this too early, but my birthday is on February 28th. I have a few favorite tropes: best friends to lovers and arranged marriage. Either one with a M rating would be awesome. Thank you! :)
Wishing to the happiest of birthday! To help celebrate in style, the lovely @thegirlfromoverthepond has written this wonderful bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!
Someday My Prince Will Come ….
A/N: Happy Birthday :)
My deepest thanks to @xerxia31 and dandelion-sunset who did a great job at betaing this piece :)
Katniss looked at herself in the mirror, surprised by the reflection in front of her. Instead of the simple dresses she usually wore, she was in full princess attire - tiara included. The grey of her dress complimented her olive skin, the beaded appliques on the top of the bust and the bottom of the bodice making her eyes shine more than usual. The slim fit of the garment embraced her body, highlighting her thin frame, leaving her long arms free of fabric for now. But she knew she would have to cover her shoulders before leaving her bedroom. This wasn’t a ball she was heading to.
Moving was difficult, as she had trouble realizing it was herself she was seeing. She could recognize her features under the carefully coiffed couron of hair on her head - so different from her signature braid - on which her tiara was resting, sparkling with dozens of diamonds.
Her princess tiara.
It was easy, usually, to forget she was Katniss of Everdeen, eldest daughter of King James and Queen Annabelle, that the weight of an entire kingdom would rest on her shoulders one day.
And that this new life was starting this precise day.
Imagine that you and Loki are best friends, and despite there being no romantic feelings between you, you are arranged to get married. On the wedding night you consummate your marriage of course, but after that you never speak about it and go on as if it never happened. After years of being married though, you realise that you are falling for him.
Jamie lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. His ears rang from the noise of the club earlier. God. it had been an awful place. But there in the midst of his own personal room 101, he had met her. Claire. He held up his arm and he could make out the numbers on his wrist in the dim light. As soon as he had gotten home he had added it to his phone, written it on a piece of paper and stuck it to his fridge, written it into his day diary and added it to the ‘Useful numbers’ list he kept by the landline. He couldn’t bring himself to wash it off of his wrist though.
He turned over in bed. He wanted to call her, to message her. Connect with her somehow.
He turned again letting out a sigh. He was usually so rational. So logical. He tried to apply that now. “You’re just smitten because you’re so long out of the game. When was the last time you thought about courting a woman?” And that was true. He thought about Geneva. He’d met her when he was 25 and her sister Isobel was dating his friend John. They were running with the same crowd and she was fun and attractive. What had started as a fling based on physical attraction and mutual convenience had turned into a relationship as their shared network expanded and their lives became increasingly intertwined. If he was being honest, things probably would have run their course had he not been sent to Chicago for work. John and Isobel split up not long after and John moved to England. Other members of their social circle got married, got mortgages, had kids. The network that had brought and kept them together slowly unravelled. From Chicago he was sent to Sydney, Dubai and then Bogota. He and Geneva stayed together but their relationship consisted of a few days here, a fortnight’s holiday there. She expressed no interest in joining him on his travels and it never even occurred to him to ask her. Six years later he resigned from his job in order to take over the running of the family business. He’d had big plans for Lallybroch, both as a working farm and as a commercial venture. He returned to Scotland and to Geneva. She hinted heavily that she was nearly 30, that he was 33 and maybe they should think of settling down. Jamie being the dutiful and loyal man he was had duly proposed. Given the ease in which Geneva has arranged the wedding with a date only six months away, it was clear she had been thinking on this for a while. They married with great ado in Inverness, their reception held in an impossibly plush marquee. For once the Scottish weather cooperated. Such was the force of Geneva’s will.
Alas, it became apparent very quickly that their relationship had only survived the years through distance. Once thrown into each other’s company on a regular and continuous basis, the rot set in quickly. Jamie was a constant source of disappointment to her. After six months he’d moved out. Within 9 months he’d filed for divorce, when it became clear there was no relationship to attempt to salvage and quite likely never really had been.. Geneva had not taken it well and delayed at every opportunity. But with no shared assets there was only so long could stall things. Their final decree was made official two days after what would have been their second wedding anniversary.
He sat up in bed. For a long time he’d felt guilty about Geneva. Guilty he had let her down, guilty that he had, when he was honest with himself, never really loved her. He’d thought he was doing the right thing, but he’d probably made things worse. He’d accepted his lack of a relationship in the years since as his atonement for the mistakes he had made, for his personal failure to be able to give Geneva what she had wanted from him. Geneva had moved on. She was involved with a prominent property developer who drove a porsche and treated her like a queen. She still rang him though, usually when she was drunk. It always ended in her yelling at him about the years he’d stolen from her.
He picked up his phone. 2:34am. Should he text? Should he wait for morning? Was he being too keen? Truth be told he had forgotten what it truly meant to want a woman. He’d been with Geneva for years and yet he’d never truly wanted her. Fancied her, yes. Liked her even, but this feeling he had now, for this strange woman that he’d spoken to for only a handful of minutes stirred him more than he had ever known.
He opened iMessages.
“Hi. Jamie here. From the club”
He deleted it. Too sad and needy.
“Hi, hope you were able to make your escape. I was forced to go out of the window and shimmy down the drain pipe. Any chance I could replace that whiskey I spilt all over you sometime? I promise I’ll buy you the good stuff!”
He took a deep breath and pressed send. He was shocked when his phone lit up only minutes later.
“Was forced to change identity and enter witness protection but escape plan successful. Operative escaped with only moderate loss of dignity”
He laughed out loud. It sounded strange in his empty apa. His phone flashed again.
“Operation whiskey is a go. How about tomorrow? 7pm, Taps near the hospital?”
He wasted no time in replying.
“Is affirmative. Rendezvous is set”.
He placed his phone down on the side table and lay on his back. He started at the ceiling and thought about her face. Tomorrow he would find out what colour her eyes were.
Is it possible to ask an headcanons? The settings is in the happy "we are all alive" univers after the final boss. The guys s/o attends the wedding of their best friend. Who is even their ex, a very important one. No romantic feelings anymore but at some point the chocobro noticed their partner are kinda strange. They ended up to loudly sobs and run off the church. The guys misunderstood their reaction (they aren't upset because they love their ex) how it end?
Ooooh drama~! Love it! Will write this in drabble
format :D As usual, I started with the intention of keeping these short and then completely lost control. A normal day for Miss Immortal *sigh*.
smirked to himself as he stood next to you in his custom-made suit, and stared
up at the beautifully arranged wedding altar a few feet in front the both of
you. He slowly turned his head towards you and his smirk faltered into a small
frown when he caught your eyes misting over. He nudged you gently, gaining your
attention before grasping your hand inconspicuously in his own. He squeezed
your hand softly, but firmly, worrying to himself about the reasons behind your
emotional response to the sight of the beautiful altar. He was most worried
about the fact that the wedding he was attending with you was the wedding of
your male best friend who had also
been your boyfriend before you had met the prince.
Noctis leaned down slightly and whispered in your ear,
“are you going to be alright?”
Your gaze flicked up towards Noctis’ midnight blue
eyes and you let out a soft sob before shaking off his grip and fleeing from
the room. Curious eyes stared after you as you ran, and even more curious eyes
followed after Noctis as he ran after you, calling your name softly as he
You were now freely crying as you stopped in front of
the beautiful water feature of Leviathan in the main foyer. Noctis immediately
grasped your hand in a desperate hold, and looked at you with a pleading look
in his eyes.
“Y/n… do you still love him? Is that what you ran from
the ceremony?” Your eyes widened in shock at Noctis’ question. You immediately
shook your head, trying to quickly settle to misunderstanding.
“No, no! I’m just… I was just imagining our wedding and I just…” you trailed
off, hiccupping slightly as you flushed red. Noctis’ mouth fell open, and you
decided to continue your explanation for Noctis’ sake. He looked very confused.
“I just felt so happy and I knew I
was going to burst with emotion, and when you held my hand and looked at me
like that I just… oh my Six, how embarrassing! I absolutely lost it, and now
all those people in there probably think I left because I still have feelings
for my best friend!” You cried out,
Noctis chuckled, staring down at you with fondness in
his eyes. He leaned forward quickly and pressed a sweet kiss against your
slightly parted lips, lingering close at its conclusion. He smiled against your
lips and rubbed his nose against you in an act of endearment.
“Our wedding, huh? You want to be my queen? I’ll
gladly have you.”
Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.
“Y/N, Pandemonium tonight, you coming?” Jace asks, leaning against the wall. “No” I answer, stepping away from him. “Isabelle is sick, Alec and Jace need backup for tonight’s mission. You’re on it” Maryse orders as I pass by her. “No” I answer, going on my way.
“I wasn’t asking!” she shouts, causing people to turn around.
“And I am not going” I shout back.
“If you are not working then you’re worthless in here, you might as well leave.”
“I was on my way to say goodby to Isabelle, now if you don’t mind my plane leaves in two hours and the traffic is quite terrible in New York.”
I can feel his eyes on me as I go up the stairs, and I wish he comes after me, grabs my arm and tells me to stay. But he doesn’t. “Come in” Isabelle says. “Oh, Y/N! I’m so sick, I don’t know what that warlock did to me but I’m pretty sure I already lost weight in just a few hours” she complains. I smile, taking her in. “I came to say goodbye, I’m leaving” I speak. Isabelle looks at me, furrows her perfect brows, tilts her head to the side “what do you mean, leaving?” she asks. “London. Preston called the other day, Jessica is leaving for Los Angeles so there’s a vacant spot on his team.” The brunette gets up from her bed and starts pacing the room, gathering her thoughts. “I have to go, Izzy, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking by my side through everything. You never gave up on me, and it means the world to me. I know I will never have another friend like you, it breaks my heart to leave you behind but I have to go” I say, grabbing her arm. She doesn’t say a word. She stares at me, tears in her eyes. She hugs me tight, so tight that I can almost feel my ribs breaking.
“Don’t do this” Jace’s voices. “He’ll come around, give him some time.”
“I gave him a year, Jace. And you and I both know that I would have given up sooner if it was someone else. He had a year, 365 days. And he did nothing. It hurts me more than it hurts him. I’m a mess and he’s happy. I don’t deserve this.”
“No, you don’t. But you don’t deserve to leave your home because of him. I’m here! Izzy is here! You don’t need him!”
“That’s what you don’t get Jace! I do! I need him! He is my whole life. Was. He was my bestfriend. I already lost a little bit of him when the two of you became parabatai, and know I just-” I stop for a minute, wiping my tears away. “It would be much easier if he was dead. That way I’d know that I can’t have him by my side because he is not here. But he is. I run into him every day. I hear his voice, I hear him laugh, I see him smile and I know that the reason why he is not by my side is because he doesn’t want to be. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when the person you care about the most shuts you out for someone else. He just erased me from his life. I would have been alright with just a little spot in his heart. With just a smile, a text or a hello from time to time. But he decided that I was not good enough for him anymore. And it hurts so much because I tried so hard to fight for what we had, but I was the only one fighting for it. It’s just no fair for me to force him into something he doesn’t want. I’m leaving, but you’re welcome to visit!” I try to smile through my tears.
“He doesn’t deserve you. And I know he knows that.”
“You better be dying, Lightwood. I just fell asleep for the first time in three days” I grumble as I answer Isabelle’s call.
“Y/N-” her voice is shaky.
“Izzy what is it, is Jace alright?” I panic. Is Alec alright? I think but can’t get myself to say it out loud.
“Yes, no. I don’t know. Y/N, Alec is dying. Everyone says he is dying but he can’t die. You need to come, I know you can wake him up. You two have a special bound, you always had. Please, Y/N!” she cries over the phone, talking so fast that I can barely keep up.
“Jace and him have a special bound, you and him have a special bound. Alec and I have nothing, I can’t help you Isabelle, I’m sorry.”
“So you are just going to let him die?” she yells. “You already broke his heart when you left, now you’re gonna take his life?”
“I broke his heart?” I yell, taken aback. “Watch your mouth Isabelle, karma is a bitch and it was time for it to bit him in the ass.”
“When did you turn into a cold hearted bitch?”
“When your brother ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it more than once” I answer, hanging up.
I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing the apartment. He deserves a little suffering. I stop dead in my tracks at that thought. When did hurt turn into hate? I take a deep breath, put some clothes on and head for the door. I am not Alexander Lightwood, I don’t give up on people.
“Where is he?” I asks, entering the New York Institute. “Maryse, where is Alexander?”
“In his bedroom. I didn’t know you were coming back” she says, clearly surprised.
“I am not, Isabelle called” and with that I turn on my heels, heading to Alec’s bedroom.
I push the door open. Jace is sleeping on a armchair that looks really uncomfortable, Isabelle is caressing her brother’s hair. I approach her slowly, “Izzy” I whisper. She turns around, a look of disbelief on her face. “You came!” she whispers, louder. “Y/N I’m so scared.” I hug her tightly before turning my attention to Alexander. He looks terrible but yet so angelic. I take a step forward and stop. I don’t know what to do next. Am I allowed to touch him considering the way we parted a few years ago? He’d look so peaceful if it wasn’t for the sweat on his face and his whole body shivering.
“Where is she?” I enquire.
“Idris. She said she had important things to attend to.”
“What could possibly more important than her dying husband?” I roll my eyes.
“He never loved her. He married her name, her status. That’s why she hates you. You’re his world.”
“Stop fooling yourself, Isabelle. If he loves me half as much as everyone pretends he does, he would have fought for us” I bark. “I told him he’d be miserable if he married her, he knew what he was getting himself into. He deserves to be unhappy within this marriage.”
“I get it, it’s a mechanism of self-defense” Isabelle states. “We both know you wan’t nothing but rainbows and sparkles for him. But if hating him makes it easier for you, alright. I’ll play along.”
“What are you expecting from me, Izzy? I don’t have super powers, the best I can do is shake him hard enough for him to vomit and wakeup while chocking on it” I shrug, taking a sit on the bed.
“I was thinking more… Less brutal. Maybe you could talk to him? He loves you Y/N, he just never had the guts to tell you. Or you could kiss him Disney Princess style?” she suggests.
“I am not putting my lips on his. Nope. Not happening.”
As I lay eyes on him I can’t help but feel pain. Memories of all we lost coming back. From the corner of my eyes I see Isabelle wake Jace up and the both of them quietly leaving the room. “Alright, it’s just you and I, I guess” I start. “I don’t know what to say, Alexander. I’m just-” I search my words. “Angry. I’m just angry at you, at the world. I don’t understand how we ended up like this, how you ended up throwing me away. You pushed me out of your life, and I just can’t figure out why. I mean, I suppose she didn’t want me around but I thought our friendship was way stronger than an arranged wedding.” Tears starts streaming down my cheeks. “I don’t understand how you could choose her over us. How you could choose politics over us. I know you are devoted to your family, but still. It’s unfair for your parents to expect you to repair the damage they’ve caused, you have your own life to live, your own mistakes to make” I pause, getting out of the point. “Just wakeup, alright? I’ll be gone before you regain full consciousness, I promise. I don’t wanna cause you any trouble, I don’t even wanna be here but I can’t let you die on me. I’m not like that, Alexander. So, please, open you damn eyes and stop sweating like that it’s disgusting. And why are you even shivering, it’s summer in New York, what happened to those tight black shirt of yours?” I sigh, getting up.
I pace the room, thinking of a way to wake him up without him chocking on his own vomit. Or having a concussion. Or broken bones. Or stabbing him. He’d heal though. I notice that the pictures are still the same as before. He still has pictures of me in his bedroom. There’s a box with my name on it. As I open it I find all the stuff that I threw away. Pictures, teddy bears, his clothes, gifts he gave me over the years, and the necklace. That fucking necklace he saved money for for weeks when he was seven, he wanted to give me a forever gift. I wore it for years, no matter what. This necklace was my direct link to him. I would grab the little heart shaped diamond whenever I wanted to feel connected to him. And God, I almost had a heart attack that one time I didn’t feel it around my neck, only to find out that Alexander had held on to it for me while I was in surgery. Once again, he’d been the one to put it around my neck. When I took it out, a few years ago, it broke my heart. It meant game over, no turning back. The necklace was all I had left of him, taking it off was ripping Alexander from me once and for all. Like a bandaid. I reached for it countless of times over the past few years, only to be reminded that there was no Alec in my life anymore.
I yawn, the time difference hitting me hard. I lay down next to Alexander, one hand over his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.
“Y/N, you’re crashing me, roll over” I hear a muffled voice. I groan, rolling on my side. I feel myself falling off the bed before strong arms catch me. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” the voice laughs. “I’m sleepy, leave me alone!” I grumble. I drift of to sleep.
“Looks like the two of you finally made up” Isabelle cheers. I open my eyes, only to see that Alec’s arm is thrown over my body, his legs tangled with mine. “Great, you’re alive. I need a shower” I say, pushing his body away from mine. I see hurt go through his eyes but decide to not pay attention to it. He deserves pain. I think. Yet, you crossed an ocean to save him a little voice in y head adds. I splatter water in my face, attempting to make my head clear.
“Y/N, Preston is calling!” Isabelle calls out.
“Preston? Preston the jerk?” Jace asks, surprised.
“Hello? No, I’m heading back today. Book me a flight as soon as possible, I can be at the airport in thirty” I speak into the phone.
“No she can’t. You are not leaving, the two of you need to sort things out! This has been going on for three years, enough now!” Isabelle states. “You are not leaving this place before you had the talk.”
“Preston, book a flight. I’ll call you back” I say before hanging up. “Isabelle, I’m only going to say this once so pay close attention, alright? I don’t want to have the talk. I don’t even want to be here. The only reason I came is because you called me and made me realize that hurt has turn into hate. I don’t hate people, that’s just no who I am. So I came, he is alive, now I’m leaving. And next time he is dying, don’t call me. Do everything you can to save him, but don’t call me. He’s already dead to me. End of discussion.”
“I’m right here, you can talk to my face. Thank you for being better than me, by the way” Alec voices. “I never meant to hurt you, I just- lost control. I took things too far and I didn’t know how to make up for my mistakes so I kind of let it be.”
“You kind of let it be? You fucking broke my heart you fucking bastard!” I yell, tears streaming down my face. “You fucking ripped it out of my fucking chest and fucking stepped on it again and again. I stuck around for a whole year. A whole fucking year. You ran into me every fucking day, you never paid attention to me. You never did anything to make things better between us. I hate you Alexander. And I hate that I hate you because you used to be my whole world, I would have done anything for you! But now I feel nothing but hate towards you! And I’m trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t. You can’t fix what you broke. You broke me and you can’t fix me. You destroyed me. I don’t trust anyone because of you. I can’t because-” I take a breath. “I can’t trust anyone because I trusted you with my life and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to give my heart to any other man when the one I loved for years turned his back to me. There is no making things better. You can’t.”
“Y/N, baby please listen to me” Alexander pleads, facing me.
“Don’t you dare calling me that. Go to hell Alec!” I shout to his face.
“Y/N, please! Don’t do that! I’m sorry! Please! I need you!” he says, grabbing my arm as I pass by him.
“Let go of me, Alexander. I swear to God I’ll chop your arm off” I warn, serious. “I needed you, you weren’t here. You should get a divorce, by the way. Your wife is cheating on you with Preston. I’ve known for years but decided that you didn’t deserve to know. Everyone in Idris knows. Everyone everywhere, actually. So much for a good reputation, cuckold” I spat, storming out of the room.
The Institute fades out behind me. I feel lighter. In a good way, because I finally expressed my feelings. In a bad way, because I feel like I just left my soul and already broken heart behind. I feel empty. I don’t have tears to cry anymore. I feel nothing and it scares me. Love, hurt, hate. What comes next? What do you feel when you have nothing to feel with anymore?
I was doing my job as his stylist, by making
sure that his clothes were the perfect fit for when he set foot on the red
carpet. My job also included doing his makeup. Kyungsoo didn’t like having a
lot of people around him so when they found me they were very pleased to find
out about my makeup classes.
I was a recent University graduate student when
they hired me. It was my first real job and I was so happy to have it. Can
someone imagine how it would feel like to be doing your most desired job for
one of the most famous actors in the country? It felt like a dream. I would be
able to pay for my student loans and maybe have it a little bit easier.
I commissioned this breathtaking piece of art from the brilliant, incredible, amazing @panda-capuccino for the fantastic Reylo fic, Mitzvah. It’s a wonderful tale where Rey is actually a lost princess who, in a twist of fate, finds out she is betrothed to none other than Kylo Ren.
This is her stunning wedding dress <3
Thanks so much Panda for creating this beautiful piece!