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drawlody · 4 days

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My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

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cherrywoodblossom · 11 days

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Fake Dream Au

Characters (that I drew so far):

Vincent Vox is a young talented actor who comes from a long line of aspiring actors and filmmakers. He’s the middle child of his family. He had one, actual, friend (Alastor) before having a “falling” out with him. He’s around thirteen years old. Vox has heterochromia (left is red and right is blue). He’s not blind in one eye, he has blurry vision in both eyes (he wears eye contact). He doesn’t like talking about the scar—can’t remember. Why can’t? Remember. Snarks and anything technology are his special interests and loves to talk about them for hours (usually mostly mainly with Papermint). He like getting fan mails—but there are some weird ones… Like telling him to run and stuff.

“Papermint” Marcus is Vox’s assistant (like in the show) but he’s older than Vox. He acts like Vox’s babysitter—more like a very nervous cousin/older brother to Vox. He does know how the scar happened. He’s best friends, they just took him in, with Kitty and Melissa. Fifteen years old. Vox was his first friend. Papermint is connected and nervous about everything, especially with Vox. He does know about Vox’s deep depression and his wanting to be noticed/loved by his family. Papermint was in a foster home when growing up (it wasn’t a good time for him). Papermint was the nickname that the foster home children gave him due to his birthmarks and being mixed race, but Vox calls him “Papermint” in a different way (because Vox usually sees Marcus with a lot of different colours of paper and he knows that Marcus likes mint).

Kitty, Fizzarolli’s younger sister, is an assistant like Papermint and Melissa. She has more of a free allowance than anyone else due to Fizzarolli’s boyfriend, Asmodeus, and her older brother being very popular and important to the studio and social media. She had brought in Asmodeus because she realized she and other people were being paid under amounts that were legally allowed. She likes to collect tall, very nervous people like Pokémon Cards. She’s also a backup actor. She’s usually in a clown (different height) hat because she wants to be like her older brother. She has a big family. Kitty is sixteen years old and likes to hold Vox like a wet cat for Melissa.

Melissa is the oldest of the teenage assistants. Her family was the “perfect” family before Melissa was taken away and given to her grandparents. She’s very nervous about everything and it being perfect. Her grandparents are very caring and loving people. She’s slowly getting used to not being “perfect”. She loves Kitty’s hugs. She’s seventeen years old. Lord, give her a hug and 100x more love—give them all loves and hugs. Melissa is also the new top model for Velvette.

The Studio:

Is set a modern time and mainly focuses on the studio and Vox. The studio is a Christian studio and very popular. Vox, Anthony (Angel Dust), Vaggie, Charlie, Arackniss, Charlotte Boom (Cherri Bomb), Husker, Molly, (Sir) Pentious, and Emily are very popular teenagers/kids in their shows and movies and are the main casts in them. Alastor is not in the any of the shows nor the studio. Rosie and Mimzy do talk about Alastor watching the shows only that had Vox in them. Niffty is the janitor of the studio and does report back to Alastor if asked by him. It probably best to keep Alastor and Vox away from each other. Valentino is one of the writers and artists of the studio due to his surprisingly good artistic skills. Velvette is the top designer in the studio (why is Sera allowing teenagers to have adults jobs?). Adam, Eve, Lute, Lilith, (St) Peter, Lucifer, Carmilla, Zestial, (Archangel) Micheal and the other seven archangels, and Zeezi are popular adults in the shows and movies they’re in. The Egg Boiz are the children that Pentious babysits (maybe Sera is not paying all of the child actors properly or it just for high school).

But it’s all fake. It’s just a dream. A nice dream. Vox was stuck in a tiny room with a tiny window. The room is full of snarks related stuff. Don’t look out of the window again, Vox. Go back asleep, Vox. At least, everyone is nicer there.

Drawings

First design of Vox

He’s eepy. Long day.

Very nervous Voxxy.

Smoll snak and big ee

1, this is the first time Papermint and Vox met (the adults just threw the both of them in a room). “Uh…” (doesn’t know what a 10-12 year old actor kid would like to talk about) “D-do you… uhm… li—like ocean creatures…?”

2, “I loves sharks.”

3, hours later or like 30 minutes, both are talking snarks facts.

It’s just Vincent.

There’s no Vox.

There’s no talented young actor anywhere.

Just a small room full of shark stuffs and a closed off window.

“Everything is fake.”

“Don’t look out of the window.”

“You know what’s out there.”

“You’re trap.”

“Sleep.”

“At least, everything would look better.”

And that is all I have for now. ♥︎ In joy your day/night.

#kitty hazbin hotel #she was so fun to draw #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin vox #vox fanart #fake dream au #maybe be a yandere #papermint #Melissa Hazbin hotel #tw kidnapping #implied #hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel

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toytanks · 16 days

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the goobers

archangel micheal n st. anthony

clown

#cipher's squawks

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seraphicprinciples · 3 months

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“St. Micheal the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil…”

#seraphic principles #oc #original character #ocs #orginal character art #my ocs #oc art #heaven #angel oc

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Church Encounters: Chapter 15

-- This chapter comes with a mandatory viewing ( https://youtu.be/rNIiO6_o8Gs ) for Coyote's wedding dance lol

This fic was written in collaboration with @lgg5989, who will be uploading this on her timblr and her AO3. She also made the beautiful moodboard you see below!!

(Glen if you see this... do you like it? Are we making you proud lol? Do you have requests)

Reblogs and Comments are appreciated!! We also take blurb requests!!

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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas @roosterscock @positivelyholland --

“Right you miscreants, we’re off,” Bob shouted over the thirty teenagers chatting around the church parking lot, “I want you walking in a line, watch out for traffic and Michael, this one is specifically for you, we DO NOT push our friends onto the street, even as a joke,” he added, staring Micheal Watts directly in the eyes.

Bob wasn’t supposed to be by himself with all the kids today, but Matt called him to let him know something else had come up, and Jake was busy preparing for his upcoming nuptials. So here he was, standing in the parking lot of St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Church trying to corral thirty teens on to the sidewalk to walk to the park.

The walk wasn’t far, but there was one intersection they had to cross and Bob just prayed to God that they made it there and back safely, or else he would never be able to do anything like this again.

As the group slowly made its way down the street, towards the park, Bob spotted a familiar Bronco sitting in the parking lot of the Protestant church. The sight brought a smile to his face, maybe Rooster had taken his advice and was trying to get himself right with God.

He was torn out of his thoughts when the group came to a stop on the corner. Many of the kids had already hit the button for the walk symbol and the incessant beeping was still permeating the air around them, “Alright, that’s enough on the walk button, it knows there’s people here,” Bob called towards the front of the group, not surprised in the least to see Micheal Watts’ disappointed face as he was pushed away from the button.

As they waited for a few cars to let them out, Bob noticed Rooster coming out of the church. Before he could turn away and pretend like he hadn’t encroached on the man’s private matters, Rooster looked up, making eye contact with him.

Bob nodded to him with a small smile on his face, holding the kickball up in the air like an offering, he asked, “You any good at kickball Bradshaw?”

Rooster let out a loud laugh, “I was, once. What’s all this?”

“Youth group,” Bob replied, “Another guy was supposed to help me but it appears that he had better things to do with his Wednesday evening. What do you say, you want to join?”

Just then, the group of teens started moving across the road, Bob raised an eyebrow at Rooster in an attempt to hurry up his decision.

“Alright, I’ll join you,” he said, jogging up to Bob and crossing the street with the group of kids.

“How’d you get into this?” he asked.

“Well…” Bob started, not sure how much of his religious journey he wanted to share, “Cyclone really. He encouraged me to join the church and I was feeling in a volunteering mood that day I guess.”

Rooster just nodded, pushing his Ray-Bans further up his nose. As the kids walked up to the kickball diamond painted on the blacktop Bob called out, “Alright everyone, this is my friend Rooster, he’s going to be our second team captain. Now let’s divide up into even teams, and let’s have a respectful game, okay?”

A chorus of voices answered back, “Yes Bob!”

With that, the kids divided themselves into two teams of fifteen, Bob and Rooster making it an even sixteen per team. The game went well, and by the end both men were laughing along with the kids while they played. As they walked back to the Catholic church, Bob turned to Rooster, “Thanks for hanging out with us, I really appreciate the help.”

“It’s no trouble,” he replied, “It was actually a lot of fun.”

Bob nodded, a smile on his face, “Yeah, these guys know how to have a good time, makes me feel a little lighter sometimes you know?”

Rooster nodded, before he could answer, Bob started talking again, “Do you want to grab a beer quick? It’ll be on me, since you helped me out.”

“That sounds good, meet you at the Hard Deck?” Bradley asked.

“See you there,” Bob replied as Rooster split off from the group and headed to his truck.

Once all the teens had been picked up and Bob spoke to Michael’s parents for the third time this month, he left the church. He pulled into the Hard Deck’s parking lot forty minutes later, having seemingly been stuck behind every late night delivery truck San Diego had to offer. He had abandoned the idea of changing roughly ten minutes into his journey and walked into the bar still wearing his bubblegum pink ‘Saint Michael The Archangel Church Youth Minister Of The Year’ shirt and jean shorts, looking dishevelled and exhausted.

Attracting all sorts of looks, Bob slumped onto one of the barstools and raised a hand to Penny, she opened the minifridge below the bar top and pulled out a coke.

“Beer please, Pen,” he corrected her.

“Thought you didn’t drink?” she asked with a smile and a slightly confused look on her face.

“I don’t, Penny, but Michael Watts joined us at youth group today,” he told her, Penny nodded, no doubt having heard about the boy’s legendary lack of common sense from Amelia with whom he shared a school yard. She twisted the top off of a Coors Light and set it down in front of him with a pint glass before her attention was caught by a new group of patrons. Bob ordered two more beers before Penny could spare a minute to talk to him.

“What’s he done today?” she asked, wiping the condensation from another customer’s glass off the bar top.

“He tried, in his infinite genius, to fight a police officer… Lucky Rooster knew the guy because I would NOT have bailed him out. Fuck Matt for leaving me to deal with thirty kids by myself,” he told her, ignoring her slightly confused and highly amused look, “You know there’s a limit on how many kids we can watch right? Like, if the parents heard about it we’d all be in trouble,“ he added, too angry to care that he was swinging the bottle as he spoke, spraying his neighbours with beer, “He’s lucky I’m not ratting him out to Jake --”

“Ratting who out to me? What happened? Youth group go okay?” Jake appeared behind Bob, his footsteps silenced by the song playing on the jukebox, “You drinking beer now Bob?”

“I don’t like it but today has not been a Pepsi Max day, Jake,” he said, thrusting his fist into his friend’s chest, the bottle splashing his white shirt, “Shit, sorry man.”

Jake ignored the stain, “Bobby are you drunk?” he asked with a grin.

“Absolutely not, just -- ‘m fine,” Bob replied.

“Right, sure. Who’s lucky not to be ratted out?” Jake insisted, bringing one arm to hold Bob onto his seat.

“Nope,” Bob replied, popping the ‘P’.

“Are you okay man? You haven’t been yourself lately…” Jake asked, worried.

He had noticed how on edge Bob had been as of late, with a temper he didn’t think Bob had. The previous Monday, Jake had walked in on something strange too. Bob had been pacing in the base recreation room, whispering things to himself and checking it against the lines he had written on a piece of paper. When Jake had entered the room, Bob had turned beet red with embarrassment and refused to utter more than a few words for the rest of the workday.

“I miss Maria. ‘Been trying to work up the courage to ‘sk your dad for her hand for a month now,” Bob said, his voice thick with his Oklahoma accent.

“That’s it?” Jake laughed.

His mother had been fishing for information on a possible proposal for Maria for weeks now, annoying him with so many questions that Jake now actively avoided her calls. She had gotten smart in the past week though, stealing Gio or Tony’s phones to call. It had been so obvious to him how much his family liked Bob that he hadn’t thought the man might actually have been worried.

“No, you’re right,” Bob said, “That’s not it. Fuck Michael Watts!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, Bobby. You’ve had enough for today, Michael is like, fifteen, okay, he’s a kid,” Jake said, wrestling Bob’s beer out of his hand, then, he turned to Penny, “How many beers has he had?” he asked. Penny raised three fingers in response.

“Jesus, Bobby, you’re a lightweight,” he breathed out, moving Bob off of his stool, lifting one of his arms over his shoulders and supporting his weight as they walked towards the door.

“Yeah I was, lightweight wrestling champion for like three years in high school, how’d you know,” Bob asked, looking up at Jake with glazed eyes.

“You are so drunk,” Jake laughed, guiding the smaller man to his truck.

“Please don’t tell Maria,” Bob said, “She doesn’t know that I drink on occasion.”

Jake hummed, helping Bob into the passenger seat of his truck, closing the door as soon as Bob was seated and buckled up. Having lost the support of his friend, Bob fell to the side and knocked his head on the window.

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When Jake woke up the next morning, Bob was still snoring on the sofa. He’d never seen his friend drunk before and not knowing what kind of stupid stuff Bob could do by himself, he’d decided to bring Bob to your house, calling you on the way back to ask for your permission which you gave while trying to hold in a giggle.

You had already prepared a glass of water and a painkiller and set them by Bob’s side when Jake started on breakfast. He mixed the batter and left it to rest while he showered and drank a cup of coffee, all of it soundtracked by Bob’s gentle snoring. It was only when Jake started on flipping the pancakes that the WSO woke up with a start and a disorientated look.

“Mornin’,” he greeted you with a wave and a wince.

“Good morning sunshine, how are you feeling,” you asked, trying to suppress a giggle.

“Please tell me I didn’t say anything too stupid last night?” he asked Jake when he appeared behind you

“Michael Watts apparently gave you trouble,” Jake said.

“Tried to fight a cop,” Bob groaned, “Ate a bug… You know… As Michael does,” he explained, leaving out the part where the only reason the teen didn’t end up in jail was because Rooster had been there to help because Bob couldn’t find a way to twist it so he wouldn’t be telling on Matt, “Did I say anything else?” he asked, hoping Jake wouldn’t have too much time to think about what he had said.

“Oh, not much… Something about marrying Maria?” Jake replied with a grin. You spun around, looking at him with eyes the size of dinner place, one hand flying to cover your mouth.

“Ah shit,” Bob swore, “Fuck,” he added for good measure.

“Bob,” you breathed out, looking at Jake to be sure you heard him right.

“I haven’t asked her -- your -- dad yet,” Bob replied, raising one hand towards Jake in a ‘don’t get ahead of yourself’ way as he pushed himself off of the sofa with a groan. Bob bent in half, hands on his knees and stayed there for a minute, then, when the stars left his eyes, he stood back up, picking up the pills and swallowing them quickly without touching the glass of water.

“Are you serious about wanting to marry her?” Jake asked him.

Bob nodded, then winced, “Yeah, she’s it for me. Every day I spend without her presence is torture, and when we are together the time flies. She is funny and beautiful, and she is the only one who I’ve ever really felt comfortable opening up to.”

You let out an excited squeal, dancing around the kitchen, “Bob you have to ask her soon then!”

Jake nodded, “Why haven’t you asked dad yet?”

Bob let out a laugh pausing when you and Jake didn’t laugh as well, “Wait, you’re serious? Your dad and your brothers are all like you, man. Massive. I’m nervous.”

“They all know what happened to me at Christmas, what if they think I’m like my old man? What if he doesn’t think I’m good enough for Maria?” Bob said, in a smaller voice than before.

Jake shook his head, “Bob, my mom has been calling me twice a week to try and figure out if I know when you are going to propose. I think they like you.”

“Really?” he asked, his face brightening as he looked to your for confirmation. With a smile on your face, you nodded, you had to sit through the conversations, getting any gossip out of Jake was like pulling teeth and you thought it was funny.

“I had an idea,” Bob said, making his way to the kitchen island, “I wanted to ask in Italian, but as you both know, I can’t speak it.”

“Is that what I found you doing last week?” Jake asked, “You’re trying to practice Italian?”

“Yeah,” Bob confirmed sheepishly as you placed a plate of pancakes in front of him.

He practically inhaled the pancakes while Jake spoke, “I can work with you on the Italian if that’s how you want to do it, then you should just call him. My mother has probably already made him promise to say yes. She says my sister is constantly talking to you at home.”

Bob nodded, “Yeah, we talk. A lot. She’s my best friend, you know?”

Jake looked at you before nodding, “Yeah I know,” he pressed a kiss on your forehead before handing you a plate of pancakes. As you sat down to eat, you thought of how exciting it would be to be a part of Bob and Maria’s proposal in some way.

Later that day, Jake sat down with Bob to work on the Italian for his permission speech. Bob paced the floor, walking around the living room, swinging his arms and downing coffees faster than you could make it.

If you thought you were bad with nerves, you had nothing on Bob. Even without the five cups of coffee he had downed by the time he and Jake had sat down at the kitchen to practice, he had been practically shaking with nerves since telling you about his plan. Then, when Jake had managed to herd him into a chair to look through his script, he twitched his knee so badly he managed to tip over a vase of flowers.

“Shit, I am so sorry,” Bob apologised as you ran to mop up the spilled water.

“Bobby, buddy, I think you just have to bite the bullet,” Jake said, thrusting an already ringing phone in Bob’s hand.

The colour drained out of Bob’s face, “You bastard,” he whispered, bringing it to his phone on time for Giovanni Senior to pick up.

“C'è un problema?” Jake’s father asked, skipping the hellos and immediately asking if there was a problem.

“Signore, sono Bob” Bob introduced himself with a shaky voice that made him cringe.

Jake looked at him expectantly, unable to take any more pressure, Bob walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where he opened the french bay windows and walked out into the sunroom. He closed the door behind him and turned around so neither you nor Jake would be able to see anything he was saying.

Sadly for Bob, the glass doors weren’t as soundproof as he hoped as you and Jake heard Bob make his request in an accented Italian. As he did so, Jake whispered the translation into your ear.

“Maria is a truly remarkable woman. She is gentle, kind, clever, funny and supportive. She is my best friend, the person I want to wake up to in the morning and go to sleep with at night. She is the first person I would call with good or bad news, or just because. She is remarkable and the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love her, Sir, and if you’ll allow me, I would very much like to marry her. I promise I will love her, cherish her, care for her, and honour her every day of the rest of our lives. I will support her in everything she wants to do, I will cheer for her when it works out and I will hold her when it doesn’t. I promise sir, that I will do that now and forever. I promise I’ll take care of her sir.” Jake said, quickly standing straight and busying himself when Bob turned around to pretend he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on the most stressful moment of his friend’s life.

Bob stayed quiet for a moment before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. Then, he slid the glass doors open and walked into the living room.

“So?” Jake prompted.

“I despise you,” Bob laughed, pointing an accusing finger at Jake, “HE SAID YES,” he shouted, throwing his arms into the air and jumping so high he touched the ceiling. You and Jake erupted into cheers, the three of you jumping in each other’s arms in joy.

When the excitement had died down a little, the realisation of what he had done seemed to down upon Bob.

“Oh, God,” Bob said, sitting down on the couch, his smile fading only a little.

“What?” you asked him, confused, “This is great, what’s wrong?”

“I need to get a ring…” he said, trailing off, “What if I don’t get one that she likes?”

And that is how the three of you ended up standing in the jewellers at three twenty-seven in the afternoon on a Thursday. Once the ring was found, Jake and Bob breathed a sigh of relief. Bob’s over the perfect ring now in his possession, and Jake’s for the fact that you had sisters who not only knew what you wanted, but gave it to him free of charge.

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“Babe?” Jake’s voice rang through the closed door of the room you were getting ready in.

Your venue had fallen through two weeks ago, just as you were finalising the details. In desperation, Jake had called up a friend who had managed to pull some strings. The US Naval Academy had, by miracle, been free for the weekend and you and Jake had almost immediately packed up the truck with everything you had planned for your California Wedding and driven down to Annapolis to tour the place. Jake had been before. He had graduated there and been to a few of his friends’ weddings, but having almost sworn himself to a bachelor’s lifestyle, he hadn’t thought to take a good look.

It had been love at first sight. If the chapel, with its beautiful stained glass windows hadn’t been charming enough by itself, the grounds certainly did the trick. Jake’s friend, an instructor at the Academy had kindly taken the day off to show you around and provided you with a brief rundown of the events. After being married at the chapel, you would exit through an arch of swords, a long run tradition symbolising the military’s commitment to the protection of the couple, and make your way to the reception area.

As much as Jake would have liked an outdoor reception, you had both decided to book something covered as Annapolis could get cold. The Naval Academy Club was the perfect reception venue and they provided catering, so your whirlwind change of plans wasn’t an issue for them. Their catering manager was a Godsend and she helped with every detail.

Considering the short time you had had to plan the wedding at the new location, you were impressed with how it had turned out. Of course, you hadn’t been able to book every vendor and service you had cancelled in California which is why you had stayed up late with Annie, Audrey, Maria, and Phoenix making table centres, bridesmaid bouquets, and your bridal bouquet on the floor of the bridal suite while Jake and his groomsmen set up the Naval Academy Club for the reception. It was also why you were now applying the final touches of the makeup you had luckily thought to practice a few times before the big day.

“Baby?” Jake asked again as you applied your eyeliner, trying to stay as still as possible so as to not smear it everywhere.

You put the pencil down, checking your work with a satisfied smile before answering with a hum. Noticing a trace of lipstick on your front teeth, you wiped it clean with a manicured finger.

“Do you want to pray with me?” he asked, opening the door a crack to pass his hand through.

You stood up from your chair, careful not to step on your dress, and walked over to Jake. You interlaced your fingers with his and squeezed them slightly in excitement.

“Do you mind if I lead?” he asked. You shook your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. Instead of speaking up, you stayed silent, fairly certain that if you spoke the emotions you felt might bubble over and the happy tears that had threatened to spill since you woke up would ruin your makeup.

You didn’t need to answer, however, as Jake correctly interpreted your silence, “ Our Father, Who art in Heaven; Hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil,” Jake finished.

He paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts before speaking again, “Heavenly Father, we come to you on the day of our wedding to pray to you. May you bless this union and fill our marriage with memories to treasure, with love, kindness and children. May we never waver in our faith, or love for one another. May we strive, together, to be better people in your image and may we raise our children to do the same,” he continued.

You raised a hand in front of your face, fanning the tears away as they fell down your cheeks. Jake went on, “Father, thank you for bringing us together, for listening to our prayers and granting us one another. I pray that with every passing day our love grows stronger and the comfort we find in each other grows deeper. May our differences strengthen our bond. May we need one another, but not out of weakness. May we want one another, but not out of lacking. And may we feel the same towards one another on our deathbeds as we do now. Amen,” he concluded. Your body shook with an involuntary sob, your hand flying to cover up your mouth.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jake asked, forgetting yourself again, you nodded in response.

Feeling your hand tremble as you held his, Jake turned around and pushed open the door. He entered the room to find you standing a few feet away from the door, crying into your hands.

“Honey, honey, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, pulling you close to him so he could cup your face with both hands, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re not supposed to see me yet,” you mumbled, your voice thick with tears.

“Oops,” Jake replied with a teary smile. Seeing you cry had made him tear up. He tore his eyes away from your face, letting them roam over your face for a moment, trying not to look down at the dress too much “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

You resurfaced a moment later, when a knock echoed through the room and Coyote gingerly walked in, “Guys, 15 minutes.”

“Right, yes. I better go and let you get ready,” Jake said, letting go of you and turning towards the door, “I love you,” he said before exiting the room. You were only left by yourself for a minute before your sisters, the flower girls and your bridesmaids walked in for last minute preparations.

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The chapel didn’t have much additional decoration besides the few flower arrangements that you and your bridesmaids had prepared the night before. The space was beautiful in its own right, and you didn’t want to take away from that at all. As you arrived at the chapel, they guided you down the stairs into a basement room where you could wait for the rest of the guests to arrive.

Sofia and Catalina were already in the room as well as Phoenix, Maria, Audrey, and Annie. When you came into the room, they all gushed over your dress, “Y/n, you look beautiful,” Annie said, brushing one hand gently over the fabric of your sleeve.

“My brother is going to be speechless,” Maria said, her eyes filled with excitement, you weren’t sure if it was for the wedding or for Jake’s impending speechlessness.

You let out a light laugh, “He was.”

The rest of the room grew silent at your confession, “He’s already seen you? That’s bad luck!” Sofia said, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Well, he didn’t mean to. He stood outside the door and we held hands to pray, but his prayer was so sweet, it made me cry,” you said, tearing up again, “He pushed inside to hug me, but I don’t think he will be any less surprised when I walk down the aisle.”

She nodded, “I think you’re right, you are truly stunning.”

With a blush covering your face, and a quiet, “Thank you,” the girls began helping you attach the veil to your elegant updo, and soon after, there was a knock on the door, a deep voice saying, “It’s time.”

Audrey opened the door and hugged the man on the other side. When she stepped back, revealing Beau in the doorway, you felt yourself tear up. You had seen him earlier at the hotel, but you were overwhelmed with Jake’s heartfelt prayer and you hadn’t thought about your walk down the aisle yet.

Everyone but him left the room, making their way upstairs as the organ started to play. He was dressed to the nines in his dress whites, the heavily decorated man wrapped your arm around his as he stood at your side, waiting to escort you up the stairs and down the aisle.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, through the veil before whispering in your ear, “The car’s running if you’ve changed your mind.”

You let out a fully bellied laugh, pulling the man into a hug, “Thanks dad, but no, he’s the one for me.”

“Well alright then, let’s get you to the altar,” he said, squeezing your hand with his before leading you up the stairs and into the chapel.

The organ sounded through the chapel with the traditional Wedding March and all of your family and friends in attendance stood, looking at the end of the aisle. Beau guided you through the flowered archway that Audrey and Annie had put around the doorframe and a smile broke over your face.

As he guided you up the aisle, you only had eyes for Jake. He was standing there, in front of the Catholic Chaplin, chin wobbling and a few tears streaming down his face. As you got closer to him, you heard him clear his throat. Jake pulled a familiar handkerchief from his pocket and quickly wiped his face before you and Beau arrived at his side.

Beau gave you a kiss on the cheek before releasing your arm. He shook Jake’s hand, saying something to him quietly, before Jake’s arm was entwined in yours and he guided you the final feet to the edge of the altar.

As you stood there, in front of everyone you loved dearly, you couldn’t help but think about how similar Catholic weddings were to regular mass. It made you happy to think that every time you went to church now, you would think of this moment.

As the chaplin finished his homily, he turned to the two of you, “Lieutenant Commander Seresin, and Lieutenant Y/ln have decided to read their own vows today,” turning to Jake he said, “Mr. Seresin, the floor is yours.”

Jake took a deep breath, slipping his hand into the pocket of his dress pants to pull out a crumpled piece of paper. Letting out a quiet laugh he said quietly, “I was a little nervous.”

You laughed with him, gripping his hand tighter as he began to speak, “For years I was convinced that this day would never come, that I was destined to be alone. Then you walked into my life, and everything changed.

We were standing on the hot tarmac after a long day of training, and I remember the kindness in your eyes that few had ever shown me during my time in the Navy. You captured my attention, the only woman to show me what peace could be like even in the midst of war. Your callsign should have tipped me off, Dove, the symbol of peace, love, and the Holy Spirit.

When you ran into me leaving mass on that rainy day in September, I didn’t think it would change my life completely. With each date we went on, I found myself more and more enraptured by you. The day your jet went down on that tarmac, I thought my heart stopped. We had only been dating a few months, but I could have sworn in that moment, I knew exactly what you meant to me, you are my other half, the better, nicer half, of my soul. God sent you to me in a time when I didn’t feel like I deserved much of anything, let alone you.”

Jake paused, his voice had grown thick with the emotions he was desperately trying to hold back, “I promise to love and protect you, from now until the end of time. During times of war and times of peace, I will be by your side to face it all together. I do not know where the Navy will send me, but you are my lighthouse in the night, and I will always find my way home.”

You pushed out a shaking breath as the chaplain turned to you, “Lieutenant Y/ln?”

Turning to Phoenix, she handed you the paper with your vows written on it. Unfolding the neat sheet, you took a deep breath before speaking, “Jacob Seresin, you have a habit of leaving me breathless and you have done it again,” you said with a small laugh, “From the moment I saw you on the tarmac, your golden hair and dazzling smile pointed in my direction, you took my breath away.

I was surprised to see you in mass, and for a moment I found myself speechless. I had thought I was the only pilot in the Navy that was Catholic and I can’t tell you how happy I am to have been proven wrong. You cooked me breakfast the next week, and the week after that, and the week after that and I found myself excited with the end of each week, looking forward to seeing you each Sunday. I am so glad that I left my chapel veil in your possession that Sunday in September, it was God’s way of bringing us together.”

You paused for a moment, trying to swallow down the burning in your throat, “You are a proud man, and you should be, a highly decorated Lieutenant Commander, the best pilot the Navy has ever seen, and the most wonderful man I know. Many people only know you as being rather prickly, but you are so much more than that, and I am so glad that I get to see it every day.

During high tides and low tides I will be there, as your anchor or tug to keep you steady and afloat. I promise to stand next to you and face the rough seas and storms that will come in our lives. I will love you on deployments, at home, and anywhere in between. You are the love of my life, soon to be my husband, and hopefully, the father of our children. I only wish you fair winds and following seas as we start our journey together,” you finished, a few tears finding their way down your cheeks.

Looking up at Jake, you were met with red rimmed eyes and his own tears, he mouthed to you, ‘I love you,’ before the chaplain turned to him, “The rings please.”

The man blessed the rings before handing your wedding band to Jake. Jake took the ring in his trembling hand and slipped it on your finger, leaving his hand there he repeated the words that the two of you had practised for days, “Y/n, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Turning now to you, the chaplain offered you Jake’s wedding band. You took it and pushed the cool metal onto Jake’s finger, “Jacob, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

The chaplain nodded before saying, “By the power vested in me by God, the State of Maryland, and the United States Navy, I pronounce you husband and wife. Lieutenant Commander, you may kiss your bride.”

Jake pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug, and pressed a passionate and deep kiss to your lips. The chapel erupted in cheers and whistles and when Jake pulled away from you, you chased his lips for one more kiss before the two of you separated so that the mass could continue.

Jake still held your hand for the Our Father, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek when it was time to exchange peace. You smiled, it was the first kiss he had given you as your husband, well besides the kiss to seal the deal. The lighter than air feeling you had been experiencing all day became overwhelming, and by the end of mass, you could have sworn that you were floating on air.

As the two of you walked out of the church, to the cheers of your family, you were greeted at the doors by eight Marines dressed in their formal dress blues. The men drew their swords and held them in the air above your heads as you and Jake walked under them. Your families followed you out of the chapel, and the photographer you hired started instructing people to pose for pictures.

Finally, when your family and friends had been directed to the Naval Academy Club, the photographer had you and Jake pose for just a few pictures of the two of you. You knew, even before seeing the photos, that your favourite was going to be the one where she had Jake dip you in front of the chapel, the garden visible behind you as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

When she had taken enough photos, Jake led you to the truck, helping you climb inside and driving the short distance to the Club.

“I love you, wife,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand as he helped you out.

“I love you more, husband,” you said back, leaning up to kiss him properly. Jake pressed you into the side of the truck, his hands wandering up and down your sides gently. Letting out a groan, he pulled away from your lips, “You’re going to kill me darlin’,” he said quietly.

“We have plenty of time for that Lieutenant Commander Seresin,” you said, pressing one last peck to his lips before pulling him into the building. As the DJ announced you for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Seresin, Jake pushed the doors open with his free hand, and the two of you entered the dining room.

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You stood at the door of the reception area for a moment taking in the scene. It looked exactly as you had discussed with Jake, except for a large projector screen at the back of the room. The tables and chairs had been assembled into an ‘U’ shape around the dancefloor, pointing towards the screen.

“Hope you don’t mind, baby, I took some creative liberties,” Jake whispered into your ear, “I promise though you will love it.”

The purpose of the screen wasn’t immediately obvious to you. It stayed unused through the speeches, and even through dinner. It was only when you stood up to cut the cake that it flickered to life. A home video appeared on screen. Cyclone waved at the camera standing next to Elisabeth in their own wedding clothes, holding the knife together much like you and Jake were doing at that moment.

“Ready?” Someone on screen asked.

“3. 2. 1,” the crowd around Beau and his new wife chanted

A familiar little girl appeared on screen, barely tall enough to reach Cyclone’s hip. She raised her hands up to him, scared by the noise of the people around her. He let go of the knife and picked her up, sandwiching her between himself and Elisabeth, doing his best to wipe the tears away from your face with the sleeve of his dress whites.

“Do you want to help?” Elisabeth asked. When you nodded, she waved over Annie and Audrey. Cyclone bent down slightly so the five of you could grab the knife together.

“Right,” Cyclone said, “Ready… Steady…Cut!”

The five of you cut through the top tier of the cake, removing the slice and setting it aside on a plate. Elisabeth and Cyclone grabbed two small silver spoons and cut a bite of the red velvet cake. After having the first mouthful of cake, Cyclone went back for another spoonful, this time presenting it to you. You opened your mouth, but the camera didn’t capture much more as a guest bumped the videographer and it cut away to a black screen.

You turned to Jake. He winked at you, “Ready,” he asked. You nodded, cutting your own slice and trying the first spoonful before distributing slices to the rest of the guests. He looked over at you when everyone was served, unbeknownst to him you scooped some icing off of the knife and wiped some on the tip of his nose. He let out a laugh before wiping it off with one of the Navy blue napkins sitting on the table.

Before he could respond in kind, the screen flickered to life again. The sound of a song played through the speakers, On An Evening In Roma by Dean Martin immediately recognisable to you. A younger Isabella appeared on screen joining Giovanni Senior, almost unrecognisable without his usual Stetson and salt and pepper beard. Isabella took his hand and he pulled her close. They slow-danced through the song, not for a moment taking their eyes off of each other. As Dean Martin finished his song, the screen faded to black and the music of your own first dance started.

“That certain night, the night we met

There was magic abroad in the air

There were angels dining at the Ritz

And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square”

As Frank Sinatra began his song, Jake wiped his nose and grabbed your hand, gently pulling you to the middle of the dance floor. He snaked his hand around your waist, pulling you close so you stood cheek to cheek.

“I may be right, I may be wrong

But I'm perfectly willing to swear

That when you turned and smiled at me

A nightingale sang in Berkley Square”

Jake whispered the lyrics into your ear, gently swaying you in time with the music. You closed your eyes, resting your head against Jake’s losing yourself to the music, trying to absorb as much of the moment as you could in the hopes of engraving it directly into your brain so you might never forget it.

“The moon that lingered over London town

Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown

How could he know we two were so in love?

The whole darn world seemed upside down”

The song continued as the two of you danced. Through closed eyes, you saw a flash. The wedding photographer had graciously offered to travel to Annapolis for the wedding instead of making you cancel your session. You were glad of it, she had come highly recommended through civilian friends.

“The streets of town were paved with stars

It was such a romantic affair

And, as we kissed and said goodnight,

A nightingale sang in Berkley Square”

As the song came to the last verse, Jake pulled you even closer, effectively hugging you as you danced. You turned your head to be able to catch a glimpse of him. He did the same when he felt you move and you exchanged excited smiles as the realisation that you were married finally dawned upon you.

“The streets of town were paved with stars

It was such a romantic affair

And, as we kissed and said goodnight,

A nightingale sang in Berkley Square

I know 'cause I was there

That night in Berkley Square”

The song finished and the two of you stopped moving, standing in the middle of the dancefloor by yourselves for a moment more. Eventually, Jake let go of you, backing away to be replaced by a crying Cyclone as Little Girl by Calica started up.

The projector screen that you could see behind Beau’s shoulder flashed with pictures of your and Jake at various points of your life. As the Admiral grabbed your hand, the picture of Jake standing proud in an Indiana Jones costume changed to Cyclone sitting on a couch, shirtless, holding a little baby. You seemed to be less than a week old, covered in a tiny, white baby blanket. Beau was smiling at the camera, cheeks red and hair dishevelled. You remembered the story, Annie had told it for every birthday since you were old enough to understand.

Beau had been stationed in Alaska that month. He had heard of your birth through Annie a few days late. The man had cited an emergency family situation and left for Indiana as soon as he had been able to, hitchhiking the 61 hour trip to Indiana with nothing on him save for a backpack of clean clothes, a toothbrush and a tiny teddy bear to give to you.

Calica finished singing and Mama’s Sunshine and Daddy’s Rain by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors started. Jake and Isabella joined the two of you on the dancefloor, quickly joined by Elisabeth and Peter, Matthew with the triplets and Giovanni Senior and Nonna. All of you danced to the song, only breaking apart to laugh when Maverick dragged Rooster away from Annie to dance with him. To alleviate Rooster’s embarrassment, Cyclone let go of you with a wink and danced with Bob instead.

The next song started, a gasp went through the crowd as Earth Wind and Fire came through the speakers, September. The trumpets rang through the reception hall and the rest of the guests joined the dancefloor. You elbowed your way to Jake. As you tried to make your way to him in the crowd, you glanced over and noticed Coyote. The man was dancing like his body had been taken over by the beat of the song. He was rocking his whole body to the music, moving rhythmically as he bobbed his head back and forth. His feet danced across the floor smoothly and you were impressed with his moves. He suddenly stuck his hand out and pulled a woman into dancing with him. The dress she was wearing was the same Navy blue bridesmaid’s dress you had picked. You were surprised to see Phoenix laughing at him as she began dancing along with him. The two of them shredded the dance floor with their boogie moves.

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The music died down as the DJ you hired came over the microphone, “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for our favourite part of the night!” Beyonce’s Single Ladies started to play as he continued speaking, “Can we get all of the single ladies out on the dance floor for the bouquet toss please?”

There was a bit of a commotion as all of the single women made their way to the dance floor. You spotted Maria in the crowd, standing towards the back. She looked eager but like she didn’t want to push any of your sisters out of the way. You tried to give her a small smile, but she seemed to be lost to the moment.

The song got a little louder as you pretended to throw the bouquet a few times, looking over your shoulder teasingly. You saw Jake and Bob standing at the back of the dance floor and you knew that the time was right. Turning around to face the group of women again, you started walking with purpose, the bouquet held out in front of you.

The crowd split in two, and you walked straight up to Maria, placing the bouquet in her grip. As you reached her, the song changed from Single Ladies to Scotty McCreery’s This Is It. Maria looked at you confused before realisation crossed over her face. You pulled her into a hug and said into her ear, “Turn around!”

When you let her go, she spun to see Bob, kneeling on the edge of the dance floor. The room got quiet trying to hear what he was saying to her over the music, but that was between them and God because even you couldn’t hear.

Maria nodded, clearly saying, “Yes!” with her response, Bob pulled her into a hug, spinning her around. Her Navy bridesmaid’s dress spun around their ankles delicately. The photographer was alerted before the wedding that this was the plan, and she captured picture after picture of their joy. Bob’s head was buried in Maria’s neck and Maria was smiling wider than you had ever seen before.

The crowd gathered for your wedding went crazy with Bob’s proposal. As he and Maria split apart, Bob was pulled away from her by Coyote and Rooster, who were patting him on the back and celebrating. Maria was swept up by your sisters-in-law and was proudly showing them her ring, one hand still pressed over her mouth in shock.

You watched as Jake pulled Bob into a hug, saying something to him before shaking his hand and making his way to you. The grin that you had been wearing all night could not be wiped off, and seeing your husband wearing one too made you feel a little giddy.

As the song faded out, the familiar notes of one of Jake’s favourite tunes came over the speakers, he always told you how much My Girl reminded him of you. He pulled you into his arms, starting the slow dancing on the floor. You were soon joined by Maria and Bob, your parents, and, surprisingly, Coyote and Phoenix. By the end of the song almost every couple in attendance at the wedding was on the floor.

Leaning up into Jake, you asked, “What did you say to him?”

“Who?” he asked, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Bob!”

“Just big brother stuff, you know, the usual, if you hurt her I’ll hurt you kind of thing,” Jake said quietly.

“What did he say?” you asked, wondering how Bob was taking Jake’s brotherly teasing.

Jake let out a quiet laugh before answering, “He said, ‘If I am stupid enough to hurt her, then I would find you Seresin. She deserves the best.’”

You nodded at his words, “I think she got one of the best.”

Jake pretended to be shocked, “You don’t think I’m the best?”

Your tinkling laugh answered him, as you continued dancing in his arms, “That’s a given, you are always my best.”

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maypoleman1 · 7 months

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29th September

Michaelmas

St Michael Expelling Lucifer and the Rebel Angels by Peter Paul Rubens (1622). Source: Thyssen Bornemisza Museo Nacional website

Today is Michaelmas (literally the Mass of St Micheal). Michael is quite different from most saints in the Christian calendar in that he is a supernatural being - an Archangel - charged by God with protecting the holy sites of Judaism and Christianity. His ultimate act of divine defence was to save Heaven itself from the beautiful but evil Archangel Lucifer and his insurrection against God’s rule. Michael led the loyal Angels in a mighty battle against Lucifer and his rebel Angels, defeating him and casting his rival and his acolytes out of Heaven and into Hell. On the long descent, Lucifer and his followers were corrupted into Satan and his horde of devils. Embarrassingly, the would-be King of Heaven landed painfully on a bramble bush leading him vengefully to blight the brambles at the end of September every year.

Michaelmas was characterised by many end of Harvest fairs , where people traded in jobs, livestock, gossip and drinking. Frequently the farm workers travelled to the fairs to spend the money they had earned in the late summer bringing in of the harvest. As a result the fairs frequently became rowdy alcohol-fuelled events, leading some organisers to formalise the violence. At Kidderminster and Worcester, an hour of fruit fighting, called Kellums, was allowed between the standing down of the old bailiff and the accession of his successor. Michael, as mentioned yesterday, as a muscular and powerful Christian figure, was often conflated with pagan gods. His commemoration at St Michael’s Mount, near the attested old pagan site of Glastonbury Tor, is unlikely to be a coincidence.

The main dish at Michaelmas was goose, either arising from a mishearing of St Michael’s Biblical reading (the Latin phrase ‘esse intentos’ became ‘goose intentos’) or because Queen Elizabeth I celebrated the defeat of the Spanish Armada with a feast of cooked goose every Michaelmas. Neither origin myth is particularly credible. More likely, geese became payment in kind to agricultural workers at the end of Harvest.

#st michael #michaelmas #lucifer #satan #brambles #harvest fairs #pagan religion #Kellums #goose inentos #Harvest #glastonbury tor #st Michael’s Mount

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lgg5989 · 2 years

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Church Encounters Chapter 15

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