It had been an absolutely gorgeous wedding. The Cullen family property had been decorated in shining lights, twining flowers, and candle flames flickered everywhere. When the music began to play, Rapunzel had felt her heart beat like a drum.
Ribbons, strings of tiny pearls, and flowers had all been braided into her long hair. The veil and train of her dress trailed behind as she walked toward the love of her life. When they exchanged rings, she realized she was trembling. Not from fear, of course, but from joy.
Now they were settling into their suite of rooms at the hotel. Rapunzel couldn't stop blushing. She loved Edward so much, and he was so handsome (especially when he stood at the end of the aisle), and she had wanted him for so long...
Rapunzel hoped she wouldn't disappoint on their first night together.
Since he had ducked out of their rooms quick, she decided to take the chance to slip out of the clothes she had worn on the flight and change into something one of her friends had picked out for their 'big night'.
I told you it’d be the best day of your life. Edward could still hear the smug grin in Alice’s voice even after he hung up and started powering off his cellphone, just outside the hotel room door. His family knew they’d arrived safely, so he wouldn’t need it the rest of the night. Or the next few days, perhaps.
She was right, of course, as she usually was. Little attention was paid to the ceremony itself, the decorations, the music, the work his excited family had done. All of his heightened senses belonged to the beautiful girl that was now his wife. His golden-haired bride. He’d long since taught himself to tune out Rapunzel’s thoughts – for the most part – but her joy was so loud, he couldn’t help hear it; it filled his unbeating heart with his own happiness, the kind he’d never believed he would find. It truly was the best day of his life.
And just think, it’s not over yet! The reminder of Alice’s parting quip left him feeling mildly flustered. While he didn’t particularly care to hear his sister talk about it, he had to admit an unexpected excitement. Much like finding something as pure and life-altering as what he had with Rapunzel, the act of intimacy was not anything he actually saw for himself. And yet, somehow, he had a perfect wife waiting in the suite for him, loving him, and he had every intention of giving her the proper wedding night that she deserved.
“Rapunzel?” A gentle knock signaled his return to their suite’s bedroom. “Everyone wishes us a good honeymoon. Though Alice is already certain that we’ll –…” His words came to a stunned halt as he took in the sight of her in what she was definitely not wearing on the flight here. (Yes; as usual, Alice was undoubtedly right about tonight.)
As Rapunzel anxiously waited for him to return, she lit candles in the bedroom, turned off the lights, and cracked open the window for a cool breeze that carried with it the faint scent of the sea. She ran a brush through her hair, which she had carefully let down. And, on a whim, she dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears -- lily of the valley.
Her heart skipped a beat when Edward knocked on the door. His words barely registered as she took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back.
Long golden hair gleamed in the candlelight, silky and completely free of ribbons and ties. Elegant lingerie hugged her shapely body, emphasizing her breasts and hips. The sheer material and lace left little to the imagination. A delicate lace choker was tied around her neck, and her feet were bare. Her engagement and wedding rings were the only other things she wore.
Rapunzel looked delicate and vulnerable, obviously self-conscious, yet trying to hide it. "Do you like it?" she asked, voice hopeful. Those large green eyes gazed at Edward with love and adoration and longing. "I wanted to look nice for my husband on our special night." She stepped back, wanting him to come in.
They’d both agreed that wearing the rings properly wasn’t always exactly practical, considering all that Sanji did with his hands and the fact that Zoro got blood on his only one day after the ceremony. Wearing them on simple chains around their necks worked just fine. Today, the cook wasn’t wearing a tie – maybe due to the gradually increasing heat in the air as the ship approached a summer island – and Zoro could see the ring clearly where it fell over the other man’s shirt. For some reason, today, the open sight of it ignited some possessive urge in him which, when combined with the lingering (and pretty damn unexpected) thrill of being newly married, was not easy to resist.
He dealt with it through breakfast, pushed it down during his morning workout, and managed through lunch; but once everyone else had left the galley, he lost the will to hold back. And one of the upsides of being fucking married was that he didn’t have to hold back anymore, didn’t have to wait until they were able to sneak off somewhere. Instead of leaving after the others, Zoro locked the galley door before going to join Sanji at the sink. Though he definitely had no intentions of drying any dishes.
Hands coming to hold Sanji by the hips, he leaned in to press his lips to the back of the cook’s neck, testing the waters. His mouth worked its way down until he could take the chain between his teeth, scraping lightly along the skin in the process, and tugged at it in silent interest, waiting to see which way his husband would go – returning the attention or kicking him out, literally. ]
[ As far as parents go, Thor's have always seemed reasonable enough. His father wasn't a monster, and his mother was doting, and they had disciplined Thor and his brother when they (often) misbehaved, but there was never a punishment so out of line that Thor was given cause to hate them.
Until this one. He hates them for this. This punishment far surpass any, which makes no sense, because Thor has been as well behaved as ever (...well enough.) and done nothing wrong in his life, ever (burning down a small corner of Asgard by dragon fire wasn't his fault and didn't count, and anyway it was only livestock that died and there was a great barbecue to be had from it, so what was the harm in his actions, really??) He's done nothing to merit taking a child bride from another world whom he'd never met before their wedding day. He's barely a thousand years old, still too young to be tied down for the rest of eternity. But his father had insisted, and his mother had supported him, and Thor hates them both now as they stand aside, smiling and proud for reasons Thor hasn't bothered to listen carefully enough to appreciate. Preventing war, uniting galaxies... What does it matter if the cost of it is his youth and his freedom?
The officiator's voice is amplified, booming in the throne room, and Thor isn't paying her any attention. His hands are crossed in front of him and he sways on his heels, impatient to be done with this ceremony, and this day, and this new life he never asked to begin, and he looks over at his bride for the first time since she arrived at his side, meaning to commiserate with her but distracted before even opening his mouth.
She looks nothing like him, like anyone of Asgard. She isn't tall or broad, or sun-kissed golden. She's pale and slight, soft and flower-like, only made slighter and softer by the lace and flowers, jewelry and decorations of her homeland. She's exotic and beautiful, and Thor can't remember her name or her title (Alice? Scion of....some family name.), but he briefly forgets his surroundings, his eyebrows lift and his face slacks in appreciation, and for the moment, he forgets he's being punished at all. ]
You look beautiful.
[ His first words to her, now that he's noticed. ]
[ thor is hardly the only member of this unfortunate pairing who is less than enthused about this arrangement. she'd known all her life that this might very well be in her future, but nevertheless she had held out hope that it might not. alisaie has ever been a.. rambunctious child, romping about the countryside skinning her knees and tearing her fine dresses where other noble girls her age would have been learning to dance and use the proper forks at supper. she has been disobedient and sharp-tongued, more or less a horror for her parents to raise and something of an embarrassment to her kind. sharlayan is, after all, a state of learning, her people poised and elegant and respectable. a well-bred girl like herself should be seen and not heard, and certainly should not be skipping etiquette lessons to run wild in the woods, returning with bruised elbows and burrs in her hair.
she had thought, perhaps, that her father might think her too unruly to marry. what lofty elf in his right mind would choose to take her for a wife? certainly, she is decent enough to look at, but the fire in her spirit can be neither quelled nor controlled.
apparently, her parents found a way around that, by way of asgard. these aesir are so very different from her own kind, but not so unlike herself - wild and raucous, with a thirst for battle and a boisterous spirit. surely she will fit in here well enough, and her father had been all but ecstatic when the ruling house of asgard had accepted his offer. not only would he reap the benefits of this marriage, but he'd be rid of his wild, upstart daughter together in one fell swoop. her father is not an unkind man, but she would need to be blind not to see just how fortunate this arrangement is for him.
the real shame is that alisaie can hardly enjoy her time here as she otherwise might, if only because she is too contrary to allow herself to. under normal circumstances she might love this world, where a young girl's nerve and ferocity might be nurtured rather than quashed, but as she has been all but dragged here against her will, she is absolutely, stubbornly determined not to enjoy a single moment of it. heavens forbid anyone should think she's pleased about all this.
so when her would be husband deigns to speak to her at last, alisaie's reception is hardly warm. her dark eyes flicker up to his face, her gaze sharp and appraising. certainly he's handsome enough, broad and strong and sunkissed, but like all the rest, she's quite determined to be cool to him. far be it for her to give him the idea that she's enjoying herself!! ]
Thank you.
[ :| ]
oh just a stranger prowling bakerstreet. we've never met
[ Politics have never really kept Thor's attention. He knows places by what they look like and the attitude of their people there. He's never cared about alliances or the wealth of any one realm over another. Jotunheim was always good spot, as was Svartalfheim, because nobody likes Jotuns or Dark Elves, and antagonizing them made for an interesting afternoon on any occasion. But the Light Elves were by far the dullest of the realms, interested mostly in peace and long conversations, and Thor avoided the place as much as possible. He still doesn't understand what a unity between their two realms will do, other than piss off the Dark Elves. Which, actually, maybe that's reason enough to do it.
Or maybe it would be if it didn't involve marrying one of them. Perhaps they're not all dull and snobbish as the stories would have him believe. But his pride seems to fit the mold perfectly with her icy response. She looks at Thor as if he's beneath her and then thanks him plainly, and Thor's left staring, bereft of a clever response. He turns back towards the officiator, his hands still clasped, the tension returned to his jaw. After a moment, he says again without turning. ]
I look stunning as well.
[ There's a line in the speech at this point about turning and taking each other's hands, so Thor does just that, turning and taking the girl's too-small and too-soft hands in his own, practically before the words are spoken as he's been bored through many weddings before (never his own, but there's hardly much of a difference, he's finding). Next will be repeating the vows, then sharing a cup, and then the feast, where he plans to enjoy himself regardless of the occasion. No point wasting good food and good drink by feeling miserable for yourself, after all, even if the misery is deserved. ]
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Ribbons, strings of tiny pearls, and flowers had all been braided into her long hair. The veil and train of her dress trailed behind as she walked toward the love of her life. When they exchanged rings, she realized she was trembling. Not from fear, of course, but from joy.
Now they were settling into their suite of rooms at the hotel. Rapunzel couldn't stop blushing. She loved Edward so much, and he was so handsome (especially when he stood at the end of the aisle), and she had wanted him for so long...
Rapunzel hoped she wouldn't disappoint on their first night together.
Since he had ducked out of their rooms quick, she decided to take the chance to slip out of the clothes she had worn on the flight and change into something one of her friends had picked out for their 'big night'.
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She was right, of course, as she usually was. Little attention was paid to the ceremony itself, the decorations, the music, the work his excited family had done. All of his heightened senses belonged to the beautiful girl that was now his wife. His golden-haired bride. He’d long since taught himself to tune out Rapunzel’s thoughts – for the most part – but her joy was so loud, he couldn’t help hear it; it filled his unbeating heart with his own happiness, the kind he’d never believed he would find. It truly was the best day of his life.
And just think, it’s not over yet! The reminder of Alice’s parting quip left him feeling mildly flustered. While he didn’t particularly care to hear his sister talk about it, he had to admit an unexpected excitement. Much like finding something as pure and life-altering as what he had with Rapunzel, the act of intimacy was not anything he actually saw for himself. And yet, somehow, he had a perfect wife waiting in the suite for him, loving him, and he had every intention of giving her the proper wedding night that she deserved.
“Rapunzel?” A gentle knock signaled his return to their suite’s bedroom. “Everyone wishes us a good honeymoon. Though Alice is already certain that we’ll –…” His words came to a stunned halt as he took in the sight of her in what she was definitely not wearing on the flight here. (Yes; as usual, Alice was undoubtedly right about tonight.)
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Her heart skipped a beat when Edward knocked on the door. His words barely registered as she took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back.
Long golden hair gleamed in the candlelight, silky and completely free of ribbons and ties. Elegant lingerie hugged her shapely body, emphasizing her breasts and hips. The sheer material and lace left little to the imagination. A delicate lace choker was tied around her neck, and her feet were bare. Her engagement and wedding rings were the only other things she wore.
Rapunzel looked delicate and vulnerable, obviously self-conscious, yet trying to hide it. "Do you like it?" she asked, voice hopeful. Those large green eyes gazed at Edward with love and adoration and longing. "I wanted to look nice for my husband on our special night." She stepped back, wanting him to come in.
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[ The wedding ring had taunted him all morning.
They’d both agreed that wearing the rings properly wasn’t always exactly practical, considering all that Sanji did with his hands and the fact that Zoro got blood on his only one day after the ceremony. Wearing them on simple chains around their necks worked just fine. Today, the cook wasn’t wearing a tie – maybe due to the gradually increasing heat in the air as the ship approached a summer island – and Zoro could see the ring clearly where it fell over the other man’s shirt. For some reason, today, the open sight of it ignited some possessive urge in him which, when combined with the lingering (and pretty damn unexpected) thrill of being newly married, was not easy to resist.
He dealt with it through breakfast, pushed it down during his morning workout, and managed through lunch; but once everyone else had left the galley, he lost the will to hold back. And one of the upsides of being fucking married was that he didn’t have to hold back anymore, didn’t have to wait until they were able to sneak off somewhere. Instead of leaving after the others, Zoro locked the galley door before going to join Sanji at the sink. Though he definitely had no intentions of drying any dishes.
Hands coming to hold Sanji by the hips, he leaned in to press his lips to the back of the cook’s neck, testing the waters. His mouth worked its way down until he could take the chain between his teeth, scraping lightly along the skin in the process, and tugged at it in silent interest, waiting to see which way his husband would go – returning the attention or kicking him out, literally. ]
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did someone say arranged marriage
Until this one. He hates them for this. This punishment far surpass any, which makes no sense, because Thor has been as well behaved as ever (...well enough.) and done nothing wrong in his life, ever (burning down a small corner of Asgard by dragon fire wasn't his fault and didn't count, and anyway it was only livestock that died and there was a great barbecue to be had from it, so what was the harm in his actions, really??) He's done nothing to merit taking a child bride from another world whom he'd never met before their wedding day. He's barely a thousand years old, still too young to be tied down for the rest of eternity. But his father had insisted, and his mother had supported him, and Thor hates them both now as they stand aside, smiling and proud for reasons Thor hasn't bothered to listen carefully enough to appreciate. Preventing war, uniting galaxies... What does it matter if the cost of it is his youth and his freedom?
The officiator's voice is amplified, booming in the throne room, and Thor isn't paying her any attention. His hands are crossed in front of him and he sways on his heels, impatient to be done with this ceremony, and this day, and this new life he never asked to begin, and he looks over at his bride for the first time since she arrived at his side, meaning to commiserate with her but distracted before even opening his mouth.
She looks nothing like him, like anyone of Asgard. She isn't tall or broad, or sun-kissed golden. She's pale and slight, soft and flower-like, only made slighter and softer by the lace and flowers, jewelry and decorations of her homeland. She's exotic and beautiful, and Thor can't remember her name or her title (Alice? Scion of....some family name.), but he briefly forgets his surroundings, his eyebrows lift and his face slacks in appreciation, and for the moment, he forgets he's being punished at all. ]
You look beautiful.
[ His first words to her, now that he's noticed. ]
new phone who dis
she had thought, perhaps, that her father might think her too unruly to marry. what lofty elf in his right mind would choose to take her for a wife? certainly, she is decent enough to look at, but the fire in her spirit can be neither quelled nor controlled.
apparently, her parents found a way around that, by way of asgard. these aesir are so very different from her own kind, but not so unlike herself - wild and raucous, with a thirst for battle and a boisterous spirit. surely she will fit in here well enough, and her father had been all but ecstatic when the ruling house of asgard had accepted his offer. not only would he reap the benefits of this marriage, but he'd be rid of his wild, upstart daughter together in one fell swoop. her father is not an unkind man, but she would need to be blind not to see just how fortunate this arrangement is for him.
the real shame is that alisaie can hardly enjoy her time here as she otherwise might, if only because she is too contrary to allow herself to. under normal circumstances she might love this world, where a young girl's nerve and ferocity might be nurtured rather than quashed, but as she has been all but dragged here against her will, she is absolutely, stubbornly determined not to enjoy a single moment of it. heavens forbid anyone should think she's pleased about all this.
so when her would be husband deigns to speak to her at last, alisaie's reception is hardly warm. her dark eyes flicker up to his face, her gaze sharp and appraising. certainly he's handsome enough, broad and strong and sunkissed, but like all the rest, she's quite determined to be cool to him. far be it for her to give him the idea that she's enjoying herself!! ]
Thank you.
[ :| ]
oh just a stranger prowling bakerstreet. we've never met
Or maybe it would be if it didn't involve marrying one of them. Perhaps they're not all dull and snobbish as the stories would have him believe. But his pride seems to fit the mold perfectly with her icy response. She looks at Thor as if he's beneath her and then thanks him plainly, and Thor's left staring, bereft of a clever response. He turns back towards the officiator, his hands still clasped, the tension returned to his jaw. After a moment, he says again without turning. ]
I look stunning as well.
[ There's a line in the speech at this point about turning and taking each other's hands, so Thor does just that, turning and taking the girl's too-small and too-soft hands in his own, practically before the words are spoken as he's been bored through many weddings before (never his own, but there's hardly much of a difference, he's finding). Next will be repeating the vows, then sharing a cup, and then the feast, where he plans to enjoy himself regardless of the occasion. No point wasting good food and good drink by feeling miserable for yourself, after all, even if the misery is deserved. ]
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