bakerstreet | Wedding Night

((Care to do a "Light and Dark" theme, with Morgan being written in as a Prince of the Dark Kingdom?))

[ modern au also available ]

[ there is something to be said for eloping. the grand pomp and circumstance of ravka's golden son finally being wed sweeps far past enjoyable and straight into acute misery. it's not that he doesn't like daenerys — he does — and it's not that he doesn't enjoy a party — he does, very much so — but this holy matrimony requires days of performance from the both of them, and nikolai wants nothing more than to fall into his bed and remain undisturbed for hours. saints, eloping would have been much easier, and he's confident he could have gotten the country to forgive him for it with enough charm and happy appearances with his new bride.

his new bride, who is extremely pretty and exceedingly graceful. daenerys handles the chaos with a practiced sort of ease, and he isn't sure whether it's because she's married before or because she — like him — was simply born for a role like this. he doesn't allow the strain of the day to show on his face, and neither does she, looking every bit like the vision of a queen that ravka needs. they wave. they smile. they dance. they allow the apparat to lay hands on them and utter some sort of blessing that nikolai suspects may actually be a curse. daenerys' dragons make an appearance, the absolute highlight of the entire ordeal, and the festivities go on well into the night, the city streets alive with revelers getting drunk on spirits provided by the crown.

by the time they're allowed to break away from the carousing and merrymaking, nikolai is nursing a headache and an odd bout of anxiety that makes it very difficult to enjoy the hors d'oeuvres. with daenerys' hand in his, they leave the banquet hall for quieter corners of the palace, trailing down the gleaming halls as nikolai leads them in the general direction of their shared chambers. ]

All Saints. I can't believe you've done this more than once. [ he angles his gaze at her with a look of admiration. ] I think I'd rather have another war.

[ Out of her three marriages, this was the most lavish wedding ceremony Daenerys had had. There were three reasons: to lift the spirits of all their citizens, to show the realm that the Dragon Queen had secured yet another alliance, and to make a statement to the world: Ravka was healing from its civil war, and thanks to Dany and her army, they were no longer vulnerable.

It was also her most pleasant wedding: no deaths or rape or chains involved.

She took care to incorporate elements from all her people. Westerosi, Dothraki, Meereenese, and of course Ravkan, which played the biggest role...all were represented. Her wedding gown was long with dagged sleeves, made of fine black silk decorated with red embroidery, red lace, and rubies that sparkled in the light. Daenerys was proud to wear silver bells in her silver braids: one for each battle she had won. There was an impressive amount, chiming with each step -- no khal had ever come close, and she was still young and remained undefeated.

There was an easy smile on her face when she saw Nikolai at the end of the aisle. Over the past several weeks, she had grown fond of him, and a sweet sort of tension hung in the air between them ever since the night they kissed. If the prophecy she had received was correct, he would be her last husband.

Once the ceremony was over, she changed into a lightweight golden gown, silver hair flowing free of bells down her back. She obliged the people by dancing and drinking and tried to give everyone a moment of her time to make them feel seen and heard.

It was only once they slipped away that she allowed the weariness she felt show. She wished to sleep for a week, or escape into the clouds with Drogon, but neither were an option at the moment. ]

I can't believe it, either. [ She laughed. ] I refuse to do it again! If someone wants a marriage alliance with me, they can marry one of my dragons.

[ She glanced up at him, brows raised. ] You must tell me: have I won over your people?

[ Daenerys hid her smile: she already knew she did just fine. ]

[ the music and laughter grows muted the further they get, background noise for a day that still doesn't quite feel real. marriage. it's something he's avoided for longer than he should have, and even now it feels foreign to add the label of husband to his long list of titles. he looks at daenerys, a slip of moonlight in her golden gown, her hair practically glowing, and tries to apply the title of wife, but it feels almost wrong to cheapen her impressive accomplishments with something that he feels is quite mundane compared to conqueror or queen. ]

I think I'd like to be a guest at a dragon's wedding.

[ he smiles at her question, suspecting that she very well knows the answer already. ] If you hadn't won over the people, there would be less drunken revelers outside and more angry mobs with very organized pitchforks. And we'd have to spend our wedding night placating them instead of eating honey cakes and doing whatever it is that consenting newlyweds do in bed.

[ he squeezes her hand warmly, his gloves white today and made of fine leather, far too soft and exquisite to be of any real use to him after the wedding. he lifts their clasped hands above her head and twirls her in the hallway, then pulls her in gently to dip her far enough that the very tips of her long hair brush the gleaming floors. ]

Are you happy? [ the question is posed softly, his tone mild despite the serious nature behind it. ] Will you promise to tell me if you're not?

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Oh, you would be more than a guest. You married the Mother of Dragons...that makes you the Stepfather of Dragons.

[ Daenerys beamed up at him. The wedding had been long and tiring, but it was all worth it. She had won over the Ravkan people, and cemented a strong alliance. Trade agreements between the continents were in the works, their armies were training together and learning from each another, antiquated laws were being abolished, old wrongs put to rights...and now, she had someone to help rule by her side who shared her visions and ambitions. It truly felt like she was finally done with conquering, and could shift her focus entirely on ruling. ]

Honeycakes, you say? Only if they aren't eaten in bed --

[ Nikolai squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back. He then surprised her by suddenly lifting their hands above her head, allowing her to twirl once, twice, three times. Her hair swung and skirts spun, almost glowing in the moonlight from the large windows. The king then pulled her close and dipped her back. Dany clung to his shoulder, balanced perfectly on one foot, cheeks flushed pink and eyes bright.

His question brought back the memory of that night on the balcony. She had thought to herself then, I could be happy. It was nearly impossible for people like them to find love, but she believed that they could bring one another some joy. ]

I'm happy. [ She whispered her answer, as if she were confiding a great secret.] If that changes, I promise to tell you...but only if you promise the same.

[ Dany couldn't help but brush a tender kiss against his cheek. She suddenly felt a certain shyness take over, as silly as that was. From this angle and proximity to the window his golden hair was framed by stars, and his hazel eyes were almost mesmerizing....

...And yet her gaze managed to turn from those eyes to his lips. ]

...You may kiss me if you wish, dear husband. Or if you would prefer, we could simply rest tonight. [ Her gaze was warm and understanding. ]

Now how did you know I've dreamed of becoming the Stepfather of Dragons since my youth? Out of my many titles, it's the one I'm most proud of.

[ it's easy to smile down at her when she looks at him like that, radiant as the glow of a full moon. something eases in his chest when she confesses that she's happy, and he finds that despite the uncharacteristic bout of nerves, he feels much the same, even if it's cautiously so. the brush of her lips to his cheek takes him somewhat by surprise, but it isn't altogether unwelcome, and he watches the way her eyes shift to his mouth with the weight of what might technically be their first real kiss as man and wife. ]

Of course. You might be the only person I won't lie to. [ he winks playfully at her, his eyes crinkling into a grin as he sweeps her upright. ] I intend to kiss you. Just perhaps not with an audience.

[ he doesn't wholly mind the palace gossip — he is young and handsome, after all, and daenerys is enchantingly lovely in her own right, but for once he's eager to leave the spotlight behind for a bit of privacy after the kerfuffle of the last few days. with his arm around her, they leave the grand hall and set off down a more private course to the lavish suite the servants prepared for their wedding night. ]

Saints. I hope you're not allergic to flower petals strewn romantically in every direction.

[ it's the first thing he notices when they step inside, creamy white and pale lilac scattering the floors and leading to the bed heaped with silken sheets, downy furs, and overstuffed pillows. the table is set with fruits and cheeses, and nikolai spies both his favorite brandy and a bottle of something he doesn't recognize imported from one of daenerys' lands. he wanders over to investigate, picking up the bottle with interest. ]

Shall we share this? [ he pops the cap open, bringing the entire bottle straight to the bed and pulling off his sash and decorated jacket before plopping down onto the pillows. ] Something tells me it'll be to my tastes.

[ Daenerys smiled back at Nikolai when he winked at her. Deep down, though, part of her couldn't help but worry. He spoke to her before about secrets and lies, and that it may be difficult for him to be honest with her at first. She dearly hoped that it would never become an issue between them.

He swept her back up, handling her both gently and with ease. Nikolai's comment about having an audience was amusing to her. One of Dany's many titles was Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. The Dothraki didn't care much for privacy -- they believed all things of great importance should be done beneath an open sky. Her first marriage was consummated out in the open, in sight of the moon and the khalasar. It had been difficult to get used to, and while Daenerys still incorporated many Dothraki practices in her everyday life, that was one she opted to leave behind. ]

I agree...privacy sounds ideal right now. We should take full advantage of it while we can. [ He wrapped an arm around her, and she wrapped her own around his waist, then looked up at him and winked. ] Luckily for you, I'm an incredibly patient woman.

[ The room that had been prepared for them was lovely and inviting. Flower petals were scattered across the floor, leading to a huge bed covered in silk sheets and furs. Both oil lamps as well as what seemed to be over a hundred candles lit the room with soft, warm light.

Daenerys trailed behind him to a table laid out with fruits, cheeses, nuts, and dainty pieces of bread. There were two bottles to choose from: the first she recognized as the brandy he was often served. The second was a bottle of Arbor gold wine. ]

Yes -- at least, I know that I could certainly use a glass.

[ As Nikolai pulled off some of his clothes in order to get comfortable, Daenerys carefully removed the jewelry she had been wearing. It was a relief, not having to be mindful of the delicate chains and clasps. She then helped herself to a strawberry. It was perfectly ripe, filling her mouth with a tangy sweetness. She savored the taste before taking two glasses and heading over to the bed. ]

Do you seriously intend to drink Arbor gold from the bottle? It is the best white wine in all the Seven Kingdoms!

[ Dany sat on the side of the bed, kicked her shoes off, and brought her legs up, hidden beneath the skirt of her dress. She offered him one of the elegant glasses. ]

Nikolai... [ Her tone had changed from playful to soft and serious. ] I know the past few days haven't been easy for you. Hopefully, you know that I appreciate how kind and welcoming you have been. You have helped both my people and myself to feel at ease. Thank you for that.

[ Daenerys then smiled wryly. ] I don't know if this means anything, but out of all my weddings, this has been the best one.

[ for all of his ostentatious peacocking, nikolai has never enjoyed public displays of affection. the thought of kissing daenerys is incredibly appealing while being incredibly nerve-wracking at the same time — he wants it to be right, just as he wants everything he does to be, but the entire notion of romance is hardly grounded in the sort of sciences his mind takes best to. it's complicated enough for a commoner with no one watching. for a king and queen with an entire country at their backs, complicated would be vastly understating it.

but something uncomplicated is the bottle of wine he grins at daenerys over, threatening to drink straight from the bottle before graciously filling their glasses. his eyes flicker to hers as he pours, her gratitude settling warmly in his chest. ]

I should be thanking you. None of this has been easy for either of us. [ he clinks their glasses gently before bringing his to his lips for a curious sip. ] That means quite a bit. As it's my first and last wedding, I would hope it to be an excellent success.

[ the wine warms his mouth with its delicate flavor, surprising him, and his brows rise in appreciation. ] I still say I could drink this straight from the bottle, but your method has some validity to it.

[ he waits for daenerys to take a drink of her own before he leans in casually, his free hand braced lightly against the furs beneath them. with the balcony doors open to let in the cool breeze, nikolai lets his mouth graze at the shell of her ear. ]

I might always think of kissing you when I drink this now. [ he smiles, his nose brushing her cheek as he coaxes her mouth toward his. ] We've been so busy that I'm not sure I've told you how enchanting you've looked all day, but especially right now.

[ when he does finally press his lips to hers, it's gentle, as if testing out a new sensation, and it seems he quickly grows to like it because soon he's deepening the kiss, his gloved fingertips rising to trace the slant of her jaw and softly leading into her hair. his heartbeat quickens to a comfortably fast pace, tasting the airy notes of the wine clinging to her mouth. ]

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[ Bit by bit, Daenerys learned more about Nikolai, filing away her observations so that they could work together better. He had not wanted to kiss where anyone -- even the guards -- might see. And now that they were alone, she sensed his nervous energy.

She made sure to appear calm, collected, almost relaxed. When he acted as if he were about to drink straight from the bottle, Dany feigned being outraged, then smiled easily as he filled their glasses. ]

Thank you. [ Though a queen, she always remembered her manners.

Daenerys touched her glass to his, then closed her eyes as she took a sip, savoring the taste of the famed wine. It was sweet, but not too sweet, with a delicious depth of flavor. A few moments passed before she glanced over at her new husband, saw his brows rise, and smiled. ]

It had best be your last wedding! I know this shall be my last marriage, and I plan to grow very, very old.

[ It was after she took another sip that she sensed his body shift, leaning in towards her. A shiver ran down her spine as he spoke, mouth grazing the shell of her ear. ]

Flatterer. [ She sounded amused...and perhaps a little charmed. This sort of marriage was new to her. Nikolai had so far proven to be entirely different from Drogo, Hizdahr, or even Daario, her former lover. And that was a very good thing.

He nose brushed her cheek, and she let him urge her to look at him straight on, cheeks tinged with pink. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft and sincere. ]

Thank you, Nikolai. And you -- you were so handsome, dressed up for our vows. But here, when it's just us...I like this better.

[ He kissed her gently. Hesitantly. Dany closed her eyes once more and parted her lips, letting him know without words that she was willing.

His hand came up to caress her face and she hummed with approval, reaching up to lightly brush a lock of his golden hair back. The Arbor gold and the king's kisses tasted exquisite when mixed together.

And yet...she had to ask and make certain.

Daenerys pulled away, glass of wine forgotten in her left hand as she gazed at him, kindness shining in her eyes.]

Do you want to? I know what it is like to consummate and...and please a spouse out of duty, not desire. That is something I would not wish for you, and certainly not something I would ever demand.

[ She caressed his cheek, her touch feather light, before resting it briefly over his heart. ] One word from you, and we can simply drink and rest in companionable silence. I shall be happy either way, and that is a promise.

[ his glass is already empty as his mind searches for the correct thing to say in this situation, hearing the weight behind her words. to please a spouse out of duty. it's a scenario he hasn't found himself in before, but daenerys seems intimately familiar with, and that weighs on his heart too, that the woman who is now his wife carries the sting of traditions that should have long been abolished. he would expect to see some modicum of anger in her eyes, but there's nothing but kindness even while his heart beats swiftly in his chest, seemingly responding to the palm of her hand. ]

Is it that obvious that this wedding has drained me of all my usual wit and charm?

[ a smile blossoms slowly, the spark returning to his eye as he presses into her, letting them both tumble playfully onto the bed, her glass now clutched nimbly in his hand to keep it from spilling. the sight of her on the bed — her hair a silvery halo and her cheeks blushed pink — makes his heart beat more and more like the wings of a flittering hummingbird in the palace gardens.

he leans down and presses his mouth to hers, tilting her chin up toward him. she feels warm beneath him, his knee braced carefully between her legs, pinning her gauzy skirts to the bed. ]

I hate that you know what that's like. For this to be a duty instead of a choice.

[ he kisses the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then further still until he can feel the pulse beneath her ear against his lips. he kisses her there, sucking gently at her soft skin before nuzzling his nose against her cheek. ]

People like us already have too many duties we can't get out of. This need not be another. This night will be whatever you want it to be, moya tsaritsa.

[ Daenerys watched Nikolai as he considered what she said. Her heart was beating fast in her chest -- it had been so long since a man had touched her the way he had. Yet ever since her choices had been taken from her as a child with no agency or any power of her own, she could not bear the thought of him consummating their marriage if he had no desire to. ]

I wouldn't say it drained all of it.

[ The slow smile that blossomed on Nikolai's face coupled with a bit of spark returning to his eyes helped to chase away her worries. Memories of that night on the balcony weeks ago came rushing back...she couldn't forget that kiss even if she wanted to. It had featured heavily in more than one dream.

Before she could say anything else, he pressed his body into hers, and they both tumbled back onto the bed, grinning. He caught her glass before it could spill, freeing both hands and allowing her to pull him close. Her body radiated warmth, and she felt her blood stir when he placed a knee between her legs. ]

Nikolai...

[ She happily accepted the kiss, head tilted up, violet eyes briefly closed. It was sweet and slow and tender, and she already found herself wanting more. When it ended, it was simply because they both needed air. ]

And I am happy that you don't know what that is like.

[ Dany's face was showered with kisses, making her smile again. Meanwhile, her hands moved from his back to his shirt, tugging it up and seeking the warm skin beneath. When he reached her neck, though, she shivered with pleasure and all but melted beneath him, moaning as he sucked the ultra sensitive skin there before nuzzling against her cheek.

Daenerys returned the gesture of affection, and briefly pressed her forehead against his. ]

Moya tsaritsa? I like that. [ She kissed his cheek. ] I am choosing this, to be with you. It is not a duty for me...you are a rare man with a good heart.

[ She caught his lips with her own for another kiss, this one deeper and more intense than the first. Dany did not hide her intensity or passion. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip before tracing kisses along his jaw line. ]

...You have also won me over with your dashing good looks.

[ For a moment she stopped fumbling with his shirt, taking a minute to run her fingers through thick golden hair and gaze intently into his hazel eyes -- she loved their color, and the long lashes that framed them.

Together, they were like the sun and moon. ]

Please...remove your shirt? [ Dany then caught his hand, held it to her cheek, and nuzzled against it. ]. ...And your gloves?

I told you, a good heart might be a bit generous. I fancy myself a scoundrel and dastardly roguish.

[ he smiles into the kiss, lips tracing soft skin. she scarcely looks human like this, alight with the glow of the moon, her violet eyes the color of gemstones. she is not grisha, but nikolai can't think of a description closer than that — saintly, maybe, if the saints were less stuffy and more prone to kissing.

her hands glide beneath his clothes, her touch quickly warming to his skin, though he finds himself hesitating slightly when she asks him to undress. the old him wouldn't have thought twice, but the man who survived ravka's civil war takes a moment of pause, his expression softening when she cradles his hand to her cheek. her encouragement spurs him to slip off the soft leather gloves, his dark fingertips standing out starkly against the gold of her gown. ]

The bedroom might be the only place I can manage to take orders.

[ he grins, hands undoing his shirt and pulling it off, the fine fabric tossed carelessly to the floor. the strange black scarring is present along his collarbones, spidery lines like veins leading up to his throat, although the dark rivulets aren't as pronounced and are easier to hide.

he meets her eyes briefly, then pulls her up, a hand braced at her back and sliding up into the back of her hair when he draws her to him, lips finding hers. he takes his time kissing her, his hand eventually trailing toward the front of her gown, lowering the gilded fabric from one shoulder. ]

May I? [ he presses a kiss to her bare shoulder. ]

Well, then...you will have to show me just how dastardly roguish a scoundrel you are.

[ It felt almost as if they had been here together before. Kissing him, touching him, pressing herself against him...it felt easy and natural. There was no terror and pain like her first marriage, or revulsion and reluctance like her second.

When she asked him to remove his shirt and gloves, Daenerys watched him closely, looking for signs of unease. He paused, seemingly uncertain at first, until she cradled his hand against her cheek. You are safe here with me, her eyes seemed to say. Your scars are now my scars.

Nikolai chose to slip off his gloves, revealing the dark scars his people whispered of once more. That small act of bravery earned him a warm smile along with a chaste kiss to each of his palms. He then removed his shirt, revealing beneath it more strange markings much like the scars on his hands. These she had not seen before. ]

Thank you, Nikolai.

[ Perhaps it was her Targaryen blood -- blood of the dragon -- but the sight did not make her shy away. For someone who had already witnessed countless unspeakable horrors over the past ten years, it would take more than some odd scarring to unnerve her.

Before she had the chance to explore or say more, Nikolai helped to pull Dany up off her back, hand sliding back into her hair. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, stoking a growing fire deep in her chest. Could he feel it, too?

One hand trailed about the front of her gown, lowering one lacy sleeve to reveal her bare shoulder. A thrill went through her when she felt him tenderly kiss it. ]

Yes, please...take it off...

[ It was a beautiful gown, and yet the Myrish lace chafed somewhat, the bodice was stiff, and the buttons small and far too numerous for her patience. Beneath the golden dress was a much more practical chemise -- she wished that she had thought to undress at least halfway first.

And yet Dany did not make it easy for her husband to remove it, either. She captured his lips again, hands running all over his chest, caught up in the moment. ]

Lay back? [ Her eyes gave her away: a mischievous look, combined with lust...and a spark of rare joy as she smiled. ] ...Please, my lord husband.

[ between kisses, he manages to undo the tiny — and numerous — buttons along her dress, the gown finally slipping down with a rustle of lace. he sets it aside with only slightly more care than his own clothes, wrapping his arm around her again, the silken chemise gliding smoothly against his skin as he kisses her. his touch grows more heated, his hand traveling down her side and lower, gently dragging his fingers along the fork of her thighs.

abruptly, he laughs against her mouth, eyes opening. ] Please, do not call me that.

[ he meets the mischief in her gaze, considering being obedient to her request but taking his time with it. his mouth trails along her jaw while his hand disappears beneath the rucked up skirt of her chemise, his fingertips stroking gently between her legs. he handles her cautiously, as if getting used to the feeling of being with someone in this way again. since his return to ravka during the civil war he's hardly had a moment to himself and even less time to think about things like this — and when he does, it's always tainted with the unpleasant idea of allowing himself to be vulnerable, something he's never found any pleasure in.

but this is different. it feels different than he imagined it would. there's a sense of comfort, of understanding he never thought he'd be lucky enough to find in a bride, knowing he could never marry for love. in the weeks preceding the wedding he'd even allowed himself to think about the possibility of happiness, something that has always been eclipsed by matters more pressing, more important.

he finally shifts, sinking back into the pillows but pulling daenerys down with him so he can keep kissing her, the veil of her hair falling around them. a soft breath escapes him, his tongue tracing her lips as his hand blindly makes quick work of slipping off the soft scrap of fabric beneath her chemise, sliding it down her leg to drop off the side of the bed with the rest of their clothes. ]

Come closer. [ he coaxes her up, guiding her higher until she's on her knees above him, his hand firm at her thigh. he doesn't know what sorts of memories she holds from her previous husbands and lovers, but he's determined to make this one in particular a good one. ] If you suffocate me now, I'll have you know it's not a bad way to die. But — tell me if this is all right.

[ he grins impishly at her before disappearing beneath her chemise, kissing along her inner thighs and sucking gently at her soft skin before pressing his mouth between her legs, his tongue pushing against the wetness he finds there. he draws in a breath, kissing her harder, one hand braced at her thigh, the other skimming down her leg. ]

[ It was a relief to be free of the gold dress. She relaxed a bit more, briefly closing her eyes and taking a deeper breath. The chemise she still wore was sheer and nearly see through, clinging lightly to her full breasts and hips.

With one barrier removed, she could better feel the warmth of his body...the warmth of his hand as it roamed lower, pressing against the heat between her legs. Daenerys inhaled sharply, even as her own hands fumbled for the laces to his pants.

Nikolai's abrupt laugh made her grin along with him. It was a nice change, to be with someone who possessed a good sense of humor -- a man who did not take himself so seriously every moment of the day. ]

Very well...I shall come up with a list of other things to call you.

[ She took note of the way he paused to consider her request. There was no hurry or pressure -- after all, simply kissing him was incredibly pleasurable. I could spend hours kissing this man, she mused. And then --

She sighed sweetly as he stroked her sex, sending a shiver of delight through her body. The dampness he must have felt betrayed just how much she wanted him. And then Nikolai shifted, laying down on the pillows, and her mischievous smile was back. Dany easily straddled him and lowered her head to kiss him eagerly. Her silver hair formed a curtain about their heads, adding to the dreamy feeling that they were in their own world, far away from all their problems and responsibilities.

He fumbled with her undergarments, and she cooperated in ridding herself of them. Nikolai then surprised her. She had intended on exploring his body further, taking her time, undressing him completely, and perhaps pleasuring him if he let her. Instead, he coaxed her up higher and higher. ] Oh...! [ A brighter flush pinkened her cheeks -- though she was an experienced lover, that didn't mean that she no longer became flustered. ]

Of course it's all right --

[ He disappeared beneath her chemise, and she felt him kiss along her thigh before finding her sex. Her body tensed, and Daenerys reached for the elaborate headboard with one hand to steady herself.

She could not help but moan loudly as his tongue stroked her, kissing her, making her small body tremble. It had been so long since she had enjoyed the bedroom...this was a sweet gift he had given her. ]

Ahh...Nikolai --

[ Her voice became strained as her blood continued to heat up, warmth rushing to her groin, growing even more wet. With her free hand, she grasped one of his, squeezing tightly as he worked her body and helped her towards the edge. ]

[ arranged marriage aus are also my jam ]

Wedding Night

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cassian andor || rogue one || ota

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Jack Dawson | Titanic | M/F

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | M/M

Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII | M/F

margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got | ota

Leon | Pokemon | M/M

Spark | Pokemon | M/M

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Evie | Disney's Descendants | ota

Maria Renard | Castlevania | F/M

Anna | Frozen [2 (or fuck it, WIR2)] | OTA

Grand Admiral Thrawn | Star Wars | OTA

Lyanna Stark | ASOIAF | f/m

Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF | f/m

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fancy meeting you here!

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felix hugo fraldarius | fe3h

Ivar Ragnarsson | Vikings | M/F

alina starkov (grishaverse, ota)

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

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Rey | Star Wars | OTA

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