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Wedding & Bedding

Wedding & Bedding

The proper rituals have been followed, and all the planning for your wedding has been done...whether you planned it or it was all arranged for you, right down to who you'd marry. Still, regardless of the circumstances of your nuptials, there are usually certain expectations and traditions to be held on the night of your wedding: namely, the consummation of your wedding. Is sharing a bed on the first night merely a suggestion, or for you two is it requirement?

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KIND OF MARRIAGE
Arranged → Everyone knows what's best for you, and you have a duty to fulfill.
For Love → Lucky you.

WHAT HAPPENS
As Planned → Whether you're going through the motions, awkwardly learning together what to do, or finally getting your hands on who you've been pining for, you're getting down to business.
Unplanned → Everything that can go wrong does. You just can't or won't do what you know you should. Neither of you want to do the wedding night blueprint, so you decide to play cards instead. Maybe you just cuddle. It's up in the air!

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[i'm here for cuddling and wedding night go-fish, so no actual smut please!]

[What a whirlwind of an evening it's been. Surprise proposals by their friends in the audience during the ceremony, tales of heroism and romance, and a dramatic bouquet catch by Ms. Undyne. It's been a beautiful night, full of new promise, and...

Here she is once more, entering a home. A home with a large and cozy bed upstairs.]

I believe it is tradition for a spouse to carry the other over the threshold.

[There's a twinkle in her eye. She loves this, she honestly does.]

[It was surreal. Hell, it had been surreal since the day she said yes. And now, after seeing her dress and saying their vows, it was finally sinking in. They were husband and wife. They were coming home no longer as the will-they-won't-they couple, but actual honest-to-god husband and wife.

Welp.

They all said it was a long time coming, right?

Sans adjusts his bone-patterend bowtie, the MTT-brand tuxedo (don't ask) getting a little stiff now that he'd been wearing it for so long, and quirks a glance to Toriel.]

Yeah? Which one of us is supposed to?

[Technically, Toriel would know.]

The tradition falls to the groom, but we are defiers of tradition, are we not?

[She offers her arm. That, and the idea of Sans dragging her over the threshold threatens to send her into a giggle fit. But she won't tell him that.]

[That's okay. There's a crack about Toriel knowing how this works in here, but he's not about to bring up Asgore on their wedding night. He's perfectly happy being her second.

So speaking of grooms, he throws Toriel a lopsided smile. It's just barely his usual kind of sardonic, because right now he was too busy looking at her like she was made of gold. Or, like, a hundred bottles of ketchup stacked on top of each other. That's a good way to describe your wife, right? Sure.]

Whoah. Defiers? I didn't know you could get rebellious, Tori. Maybe I shoulda known that before we got hitched. [Wink.] Because I would've totally loved it.

[Steve Buscemi voice: I'M FULLY KIDDING.]

So hus-bones first tonight?

[Sans spreads his arms out into a T-shape. Fully ready to be carried. HE'S PREPARED ALL HIS LIFE FOR THIS.]

I've brided my time for long enough.

[That was awful, far less clever than he, but she launches into a fit of giggles anyway. She sweeps him right up, held tightly against her as they cross into the bedroom.

The bed is large and fitted with soft blankets, perfect for...sitting on. She sits with him, a faint blush on her cheek as she settles him beside her. Conveniently, they face a window and a rising moon.]

Everything has been more beautiful than I could have ever hoped...

[Especially him. She tries to lightly lay a paw over his bony hand.]

[The more awful, the better. Sans snicker - only for it to be turned into a weird, surprised SNORT as he's literally swept off his feet. He laughs, holding tightly back until she sets him down.

Even after, he stays close, squeezing her hand right back. He doesn't bother looking at the moon. He's got the best view right here.]

You too.

[... more beautiful than he ever hoped, he means. Smooth, Sans.]

Oh, Sans...

[She's expecting to laugh at a pun. That's always a great joy with them. But what he says instead is so uncharacteristically sincere that she sighs and hugs him closer.]

The moon is bright. I am not yet exhausted enough to sleep, are you?

[She sounds just slightly awkward saying that. She knows what they're not doing, yet it's been so long since she's had any company at bedtime. Surely he didn't require a bedtime story?]

[Sans isn't nearly as awkward as he used to be about complimenting her, but it's hard not to hide the slight red to his face that still creeps up despite everything. As Toriel pulls him close he laughs and buries his head in her dress. If he didn't have other plans he would have been content to stay there forever. Right here, right now, he's happy. Perfectly and contently happy.]

You kidding? I'd be a lunar-tic if I was.

[Not that Sans isn't down for a nap any time anyway. He brings his head back up. Suddenly, the mirth in his face turns into something mischevious. He brings his arm up and loosens his tie.]

I mean, it's our wedding night. We're supposed to have fun, yeah?

[Sans leans in close until their faces nearly touch. He can't exactly push or nudge Toriel down, so this is the closest thing to "sultry" he can do. Speaking of uncharacteristic????? Using his other hand, reaches into his pocket...]

I've actually, uh, been thinking about this for a while now, with you... so I came prepared.

[... and pulls out a pack of cards. He holds them next to her face. They have skeletons on them.]

I got champagne and saved some cake too.

[Wow, this is certainly a surprise! Toriel can feel her face heating and her hand trembling. She loves Sans' rare bold moments, and with his confidence, she is sure she can handle whatever cards fate deals...

And then he's literally holding a deck of cards. Toriel falls back against the bed, her arm buckling under the weight of her giggles. It's too much. She has to fight to speak around them.]

Ah...aha...yes, that sounds absolutely wonderful.

[She wheezes just a little with excitement and relief and reaches up to tap the deck.]

I don't believe I know your favorite game...

[Seriously, Toriel. Do you expect anything less from him at this point. The mock-serious facade breaks the second Toriel starts cracking up and he falls along with her, head buried in the stomach of her dress and snickering way too hard.]

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

[Trying to get a hold of himself was hard. He lifts his head, still snort-laughing as he tries to gather his own words.]

You... you like go-fish?

[She gently steadied him as best she could, enjoying this silly feeling for a moment longer.]

I believe I've played before. My partners certainly enjoyed bluffing.

[Lying to her face...oh, yes, she'd seen plenty of that.]

Oh yeah?

[Sans grins again and picks himself up. He finishes undoing the rest of his tie and undoes the top few buttons of his collar.]

Phew. Next time I gotta get dressed for something, remind me that everything "MTT-brand" fits like a glove... on feet. You, uh, wanna change or anything? I know you been wearin' that all day.

[Obviously, though, he's not complaining.]

[Toriel giggled and nodded.]

Yes, I believe that would be a great help. I have prepared a celebratory beverage, and I otherwise fear spitting it up on this dress.

[That...sure is a bottle of sparkling grape juice in the corner. She'll smile, bring that over, then slip into the bathroom to change into something resembling her usual robes.]

Are we prepared now?

[Sans took the opportunity to strip down to some pajamas himself. Though the rings on both their fingers make the occasion special enough, Sans at least keeps his undone tie wrapped around his neck. By the time Toriel comes out, he's at least poured out the grape juice, took two slices of wedding cake out of their cardboard box, and set both by the small table at foot of the bed.

He's almost finished dividing up the cards between the both of them when he looks up at Toriel, goes quiet for a moment, then grins warmly.]

Yep. Better, I'm guessin'?

[PJs and a tie. Toriel is sporting what might be a permanent smile as she sits in front of him, looking down at their card pile and then up at that face.]

Very much. So the game begins...will we place a wager on the outcome?

[It's technically not a good idea to be this close when you're trying to play go-fish, but Sans doesn't care. He doles out the cards on her side... then, by accident, his ring.]

Whoops.

[That's been slipping off his bony finger all day. You'd think they'd have thought to size it right the first time around, but Sans had just assumed he was big boned enough. He blinks, then dubiously plucks his ring out of the cards and slips it back on. At this rate, he might as well make it a necklace. Ah well, whatever. Rings were a human traditon anyway.]

Not bad. I haven't even seen your hand and it's got a nice ring to it.

[HYUK. Anyway, at Toriel's question... Sans 'brow' quirks. His smile goes slightly lopsided.]

Whaddaya got in mind?

[Toriel giggles softly, reaching forward to brush her paw over that finger. It's cute.]

Perhaps...a treat? Should you win, I will prepare an elaborate breakfast tomorrow morning. Ketchup as far as the eye can see.

[On scrambled eggs, on toast...]

[how do you get so romantic girl]

Oh yeah? [Sans doesn't even bother hiding that that actually interests him. Obviously, he's into it.] And if you win?

[the ultimate kind of lazy: making your wife make bets for the both of you
over cards]

[Toriel takes a moment to consider this carefully. She folds her hand of cards to her chest, then answers.]

Then I will be allowed to send a round of messages from your phone.

[The skeleton adjusts the ring on his finger one more time, then straightens out the cards in his hands and spreads them out in front of himself.]

Darling, you drive a hard bargain. [Sans isn't really a pet names kind of guy unless he's kidding around, but this is a special occasion. He gives out nicknames like nobody's business anyway. Plus, he's jokingly called her "honeygoat" before.] Deal.

[His sockets shoot down to his cards with a mock-studious eye. He makes a show of thinking REAL hard about it, complete with a hand on his chin.]

Got any...

fives?

[Oh no! Fives! She does, in fact, have one...staring her in the face. Her guilty look shows before she remembers that she must hide that, so she'll reluctantly concede it.]

Very well, here is one. Do you hold any twos?

[Yep. He knows she has one before she even says anything. This is why you don't play cards with Sans. The look of concentration falls back to a smug, shit-eating smile as he plucks the card from her hand.]

Not bad.

[As for twos... Sans glances at his cards.]

I gotta tell you the two-th... yep. I do. [He grins again and hands two cards over.] Two twos. Man, Tori. You're too tall, you know that? Makes it hard for a guy to cheat at cards.

[He's kidding.]

Y'know, if he wanted to.

_{[Arranged marriages ARE common in Tevinter.]}

[ ok with an oc? arranged marriage does happen in shal's kingdom too, so it could work with them. how old is dorian roughly? ]

_{[29-30ish in DA:I canon, but depending on when this may be set or if it's AUd he could be younger, depends on your preference. Would you rather go with DA canon settings or Shal's setting?]}

[ da canon setting please~ in shal's world, the other spouse usually has to be at the legal age of 25. and i like playing age difference. ^^ would you care to start? ]

When Dorian had gotten the confirmation that he was to be married to someone from another noble family, his eyes had nearly flown out of his head with how hard he'd rolled them. This was only to be expected, but really? He couldn't have argued any harder if he'd tried, and short of running away, there was no way out of it. He was honestly considering doing just that, if he found out that he and his unlucky spouse didn't match up. Which was likely, considering the usual nature of these arrangements.

And so, here he was, seated in the entrance chamber of his home, draped in black and gold finery, a book balanced on his knee in front of him with his cheek in his hand. He had no time or energy for his mother's demands for him to sit up straight. Not for this.

As for Shal himself, the news he received from his father the moment he returned to Qarza for a family visit was shocking. But really, he should have expected it. He just never thought it would happen so soon, and to a noble family from another nation no less. There was no point protesting when his father had made the decision. In fact, it was the king who decreed it, seeking to form an alliance. It was a common practice, and although Shal felt he wasn't ready for it, he didn't think he had a choice. What could he do? Run to another state, another kingdom?

In the end, dressed up in a formal attire of red shirt, a matching jacket and slacks with black gloves, Shal got himself ready. He even forgone his usual headband, and gone was the usual blue scarf that represented Qarza. The carriage stopped in front of his spouse's house, and after taking in a deep breath, resigning himself to fate, Shal stepped down and headed for the entrance.

"Shal Gurdn, Valet of Hudor House, Qarza, has arrived," boomed the chaperone who'd accompanied him. Shal grimaced, hesitating right outside before he stepped in.

His head lifted only marginally when the name was announced, disdain clearly written in every line of his expression. It slowly drew into a full frown when he caught sight of his intended...husband? Well, that certainly was unexpected. Was his family opting for this simply to keep him quiet? He supposed it could be worse, but this Shal Gurdn, he was just a boy!

"You must be joking," he murmured, brow furrowing deeply as he looked around at his father, who was keeping his distance, his expression impassive. When Halward and Aquinea went out of their way to bring a suitor into their home, it tended to be of the female persuasion, to sire an heir at some point that would possess the same intelligence, the same beauty, the same magical prowess that had been distilled into him. Did this mean they'd given up? The alliance was only the superficial purpose, surely.

In spite of those questions and half a dozen more that all pushed to the forefront, Dorian stood, his hands loosely balled at his sides. He wanted his staff; it was something of a comfort object, an assurance that if he didn't like a situation, he could easily smash and/or light on fire whatever was making him upset. Not that he was prone to such dramatic acts, but it helped to think that he could.

"Dorian, son of House Pavus," the slave resting near his side offered, gesturing elegantly to the rather outraged mage still standing stiffly in front of his family.

Shal matched the frown on Dorian's face, and despite the urge to fold his arms, he didn't. It would be impolite and improper, and his father would most definitely disapprove of his gesture, so he kept his arms be his side, hands clenched into fists. Hearing his intended husband's words, he snorted in return, just in time to refrain himself from rolling his eyes.

He could understand why the king chose an older suitor for him, for a marriage of alliance require at least one partner to be of legal age, which was twenty-five, compared to his mere age of eighteen. He really didn't understand the full extent of his arrangement, and further questions were only shut down by his father, who warned him to keep his curiosity and possible defiance to himself.

Swallowing his pride, he stepped inside further into the large hall, eyes darting from Dorian toward his father-in-law, and the slave by his spouse's side. Just the sight him drew an ired look from Shal. He didn't approve of their existence, but said nothing instead. Different nations have different culture, and it wasn't Shal's place to comment. Respect was more important.

Now in front of Dorian, Shal gave a polite bow, right hand over his chest. "Shal Gurdn, valet of House Hudor, from the Kingdom of Dusa," he said, voice nonchalant but the slightest bit of veiled annoyance. This was going to be the start of a "wonderful" wedding.

The distaste at the sight of the slave wasn't lost on Dorian, and he ran a hand down his cheek. He knew most nations outside Tevinter despised their continuing slave trade. He personally regarded the whole thing dispassionately, and the slave at his side did at least look well-fed and kept. But it was still the principle of the thing.

"And just when is the date supposed to be set, Father?" he sighed, turning back to Halward with a sour expression. He didn't exactly have patience for something that he was growing increasingly sure was a jab at him.

"You will watch your tongue, Dorian," his father stated firmly, before he finally stepped forward, waving another slave over to show Shal to his intended quarters for his stay. "The ceremony will be one week from today. I advise you to get to know your...spouse in the next week." There was clear distaste in the man's every word, but he was keeping himself from getting any more unpleasant. He sent off the coach that had brought Shal to stay, then ordered a slave to accompany the boy and help him settle in. He would be very well appointed while he was here, regardless of his view on Tevinter's practices.

Dorian, in the meanwhile, simply sat back down with a disgusted noise. He would go and see about properly introducing himself to Shal once he was in less of a sour mood.

A week was a long time for Shal to stew in his thoughts, counting down the days until the wedding date. In that period, he was expected to be properly acquainted with his spouse, to "know each other", to say the least. Shal had no idea what prompted his king to arrange such an alliance. It wasn't as if they were short of natural resources that they require some form of trade with Tevinter.

He sighed as he threw one last glance at his chaperone, who kept up a passive expression, before allowing himself to be led and accompanied by another slave toward his new quarters. While Shal didn't agree with the slavery practices, at least the ones in House Pavus looked to be well fed and cared for, and that was saying a lot.

Once in his room, Shal waved the slave away, insisting he be left alone as he closed the door behind him. All he had with him were the clothes on his body, and the single luggage he was allowed to bring along together. It contained some of his more casual attires, and some books to while the time away. In the mean time, Shal busied himself unpacking his meager belongings, mentally grumbling the entire time.

He huffed, crossing his arms when he was done. Perhaps he should formed a semblance of relationship with Dorian, if only to keep up an appearance.

[castmates, crossovers & AUs all equally welcome]

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Wedding & Bedding

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

Sans | Undertale

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