“Change your mind?” Alexei teases, only feeling a tiny bit worried. He doesn’t
think Kent will actually bail on him, now that they’re both in their suits and
the hall is surely packed with their families and teammates. Bittle would cry
if anything happened, Alexei thinks. And then skin both of them alive.
But then again, Alexei did see Runaway
Bride twice with Snowy, when he was first learning English and someone had
the brilliant idea that the best way to learn is to watch all the classic
romcoms. Snowy, it turns out, is a big fan of Richard Gere. Kent doesn’t look
like he’s ready to bolt, but he did seem skittish, and in the
movie, Julia Roberts had been very skittish.
“No, never,” Kent says, taking Alexei’s hands and rubbing his thumb over
Alexei’s palms. His hair is already a little mussed, the untamable cowlick
threatening to pop back up. “Not about you. I know I’m an ass about a lot of
things, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Good to know,” Alexei says, letting out a breath of relief. “You tell me now,
then what you say for vows?”
“Oh, God,” Kent laughs nervously. “Oh man. That’s—that’s the thing. The vows.
In front of a bunch of people. I could probably do it. Maybe. You wouldn’t
happen to be carrying Xanax on you?” He chuckles and scratches the back of his
neck, but his jaw drops when he sees Alexei rummage in his pockets. “Wait, I’m
just joking. I don’t actually—what the
hell is that?”
“ A thousand years ago, we three made an eternal vow. To protect each other, always and forever. Freya, that vow now includes you. As it includes my daughter. She is my heart and soul. Right now she’s out there, alone in the darkness, fighting. We can’t give up. ”
Last year, we sit on a beach and I told you how much I loved you. And how I would always, always protect you. That day nobody believed that this would work. But I don’t think anybody understood the love I had for you. Because if they did, they would have never doubted us. So I wanted to marry you all over again in front of most of our world. Because today, when I look into your eyes, my love for you only grows. It’s even stronger now. My love will never waver. And this I vow to you, today, and always and forever.
“When I first came here, I didn’t think I would stay. I was ambitious, power-hungry, and mean, and I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. A few good friends showed me the error of my ways, but it was you, Twilight, who taught me the most important lesson of all. I don’t need to be any of those things, ever again, because with you by my side I can do absolutely anything. You keep me grounded, you keep me safe, and you make me happier than I have been in my entire life. I vow to love and care for you, Twilight, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, and far, far beyond.
But I vow to do it, even when it isn’t easy. I vow to be with you through the tough times and the rough patches. And even though things might not always be smooth sailing, I vow to work through all our problems together. I also promise to pour the milk for your cereal for you and try to help you when you’re doing one of your nightly planning sessions, even if you say you don’t want me, because I vow to understand you, even if we might be worlds apart. And while I can vow and promise a lot of things, there’s one thing I swear I’ll always be.
Twilight Sparkle, even if we’re married, I vow to always be your friend.”
“I knew there was something magic about you the first time we met, Sunset, but it took me a while to figure out exactly what it was. You took a shy, nervous girl who talked to her dog and made me who I am today: the happiest girl in this or any world. Without you around I don’t think I would even recognise myself anymore. You’ve saved me, Sunset, from the walls I built around myself, from a cruel and malevolent, world, and from my own demons. I sleep soundly, now, knowing that you’re right next to me and that I’m going to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. You’re beautiful, strong, and I love you more than words can ever express.
I vow to give my heart to you, because I’m certain you’ll keep it safe. I vow to let you handle some of my spreadsheets when needed and give you the cold side of the pillow. Well, sometimes. No matter what might happen, what crazy things we might argue with, I vow to be by your side and stand with you, not against you. I vow to give you the kindness you’ve shown me for so long. And while all those might just be words for now, I vow to make them true with my actions. I vow to love you, and I vow to be your friend till the end.”
a/n: Hiiii. This is my second one, if anyone is reading this at all, please do give me feedback or note it. I would love it very much. And I do recommend putting in a last name in the submit thing if you want to. :) Also, my requests are open. :)
You cannot believe you’re standing in front of the man of your dreams, about to marry him. The man you’ve loved ever since you heard him on Vine, singing a six-second cover of As Long as you Love Me. Thereusedto be times where you would wake up beside him and the fact that you were dating the Shawn Mendes still didn’t sync in.
Shawn inhaled, insanely nervous. You can feel his clammy hands that was holding yours. Standing in front of crowds usually didn’t bother him, but right now, saying his vows in front of both of your family and closest friends made him very nervous. “I always thought that most artists try to be poetic and all, I really do think that we should just say what we mean. The same thing with my vows right now, I’m just gonna tell you how I feel and what I mean.” Everyone chuckled and Shawn broke his gaze on you to look at everyone. “I still remember opening your direct message with your phone number in it. I thought it was funny to FaceTime you.” With the mention of the FaceTime, everyone laughed.
[Barbara Gordon and Dick Grayson are exchanging their wedding vows]
I worked really, really hard on my vows, but you know, now that we're here... Look, um... Hey, do you remember the last time that we were here? Standing right around in this spot? It was right in the beginning before we really knew each other. I was trying to get away from you because you were irritating me and, uh, you chased me down, and you caught up to me and I said to you, "Listen, I just have to get all my ducks in a row" and you said to me-
I can be a duck.
Yeah. You know we had been chasing each other for a long time. Chasing each other through wars and serial killers and ghosts and snakes. And chasing you has been the smartest thing that I have ever done in my life. And being chased by you has been my greatest joy. But now, we, uh, we don't have to chase each other anymore because we caught each other.
When Tim and I were buried alive, we each wrote a message to someone we loved in case our bodies were ever found. Tim wrote to Stephanie. I wrote to you. [hands her flowers to Dinah Lance and takes out a note to read] "Dear Richard John Grayson, you are a confusing man. You are irrational and impulsive, superstitious and exasperating. You believe in ghosts and angels and maybe even Santa Claus. And because of you, I've started to see the universe differently. How is it possible that simply looking into your fine face gives me so much joy? Why does it make me so happy that every time I try to sneak a peek at you, you are already looking at me? Like you, it makes no sense. And like you, it feels right. If I ever get out of here, I will find a time and a place to tell you that you make my life messy and confusing and unfocused and irrational and wonderful." This is that time. This is that place.
Anonymous said: Please please pleaseee do a part 2 to the auston matthews imagine you just did 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 soo good
loonyremus said: THIS IS SO CUTE I’M CRYIN IN THE CLUB
Anonymous said: Can you do a part two of your recent Auston one? How they end up watching movies after the fire please !!!
Anonymous said: Please do a part 2 to the most recent Auston Matthews imagine!
deannaard said: Can you make a part two? This is just so cute and cuddly
okayleafs said: this was so cute! you should definitely make a pt 2💗
boo-boocmf said: Please do a part 2. This was SOOOO good.
A/N: wowowowow i was not expecting so much response from this imagine but damn thank you all so much <3 sorry if this sucked haha i wasn’t sure if i liked it honestly
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“Auston’s coming over?” Steph questioned while looking over at you, her eyes only leaving the road for a moment before she was focused on driving once again. You shrugged and then bit down on your lip. “I mean, you two were pretty cozy by the fire,” she smirked now.
The travel back to Asgard felt different from before. Perhaps it had something to do with your abilities
but it meant little once your feet planted firm on the ground beneath you. You lifted your hand from the Tesseract
before looking between the two men standing before you. Thor looked relieved to have returned. Loki was more difficult to read. His eyes were hiding what was going on in his
mind. You did not want to know what was
swirling there, what thoughts would be in the forefront.
“I have completed my vow to you, my friend. Now I will take my leave. My bed is singing a siren’s song to me.” Thor grabbed your arm as you turned away,
stopping you from stepping further.
“[Y/N]… I have one more thing to ask you.” Searching his eyes you knew exactly what he
wanted and it infuriated you.
“No! I will not do
it. How dare you ask that of me! I already risked my life following to Midgard
and now you want that of me? No.” Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at your
response. He had never seen your temper
flair like that. Thor looked abashed for
asking but he felt it was necessary. “I
will not escort you to the throne room.
You can meet with your father and mother. My duty is fulfilled.”
Storming off towards the stables, your boots echoed in the
hall. Both men watching your form as you stormed away. There was a tingling
sensation forming in your hand. It was
necessary to take slow breaths to calm your anger or else you might lose
control of your powers. Your horse was
happy to see you. As you saddled him you
fed him a few of the apples that were left outside of his stall. The ride home proved quiet and far more
relaxing than you had anticipated. The
night sky of Asgard was your companion as you sang quietly, an old song your
mother sung when you were a child. Which
at this moment you found odd, since it had been years since you allowed
yourself any good memories of the woman.
Once home you removed your armor and bathed long, letting
your muscles relax in the warmth of the water. The pattering on the roof made you aware of
the rain that had started to fall.
Perhaps it would cleanse not only Asgard but also you of the foul mood. It had been so long and now Loki returned and
all the old memories came rushing back.
As the water cooled, you washed and dressed for bed. Your journey had made you weary not only
physically but left you emotionally raw as well. In the morning if you felt better you would almost
certainly apologize to Thor. Not that
you would do what he wanted, but you would apologize for screaming at him. Even though he deserved it.
When you woke, your body was stiff and it left you in no
mood to train. Instead of your armor and
your leathers, you chose a gown to wear.
The color mirrored that of the sea and sat off your shoulder. The flowing skirts following behind you. Brushing out your long [H/C] hair until it
fell low on your back, like a straight curtain. It had been ages since you felt calm like
this. It was time that you had a talk
with the Gods again. Whether they
answered or not they would hear your prayers.
As you prepared to ride back to your field, a firm knock sounded on the
door. Once more Emin had been sent to
retrieve you. Though he bowed in great
respect before he spoke. You could see a
ripple of appreciation at your appearance as he stood.
“My Lady… The King and Queen wish to see you.” Crossing your arms over your chest in
annoyance, you raised a brow at him.
“I have done my duty and brought the princes home. What possibly could they want with me now?” Emin sighed loudly. He knew from the beginning you would be
“Lady [Y/N], I do not ask questions of the king and queen. I am merely the messenger. Please do not make me beg, here in the
streets. Fore you know I will if
necessary. I dare not return without
you. I like my head where it is placed.” Frowning at him, you went inside to put on your
cloak. Though he was not aware of
that. The man was staring at the ground
in despair, thinking how he would word his begging when you returned.
“We need to teach you courage, Emin. There has to be some in there somewhere, as
you earned your place in the Defenders.”
The look on his face was just short of joy as you placed your cloak
around your shoulders, pulling the hood up after you tied it. As you rode toward the palace, he asked you
endless questions about Midgard. How it
looked, the people, what the sky looked like.
He sounded as a child with his enthusiasm. Truth be told it lightened your mood. You answered as honestly as you could,
telling him of the things you witnessed.
Once you made it to the halls, you parted ways. Emin had no desire to be close to the throne
room for whatever discussion was coming.
Thor met you outside of the throne room. He had the same look on his face as he had
when you left him the night before. “Tell
me you didn’t….”
“[Y/N], he is my brother…”
Your temper raged again as your voice grew louder.
“The brother who betrayed you! I am your friend; I have done everything you
have ever asked of me. You know this…
this is too much.” He stepped forward in
an attempt to calm you but you step away from him. Pain etching across his face as it was the
first time you had ever done so. The
doors opened to the throne room, with the queen walking towards you.
“Your voices are carrying. Odin knows you are here, my girl. Come.”
She did not try to touch you, as she knew what was going to be asked of
you and how difficult it would be. There
was no comforting you at this time. You
could feel Thor’s gaze upon your back as you walked in front of him. In the silence your anger grew, a balled fist
at your side as you tried to keep your powers at bay. The king watched you closely as you drew
near. Choosing not to speak, you simply
bowed before him waiting to hear him to begin.
“I have been told you fared well in Midgard, [Y/N]. You are uninjured, yes?” His tone was light and easy. Not the usual low and dark tone he reserved
“I am well, my Lord.”
You were going to keep your replies short. If he wished to ask you then so be it. Nevertheless, you were no going to give the
offering of it first.
“Do you know why you are here, child?” Biting you lip against an angry retort you
“Yes, my Lord.” Odin’s
jaw tensed as he waited for what he thought would be a fiery outburst. When one did not appear, he proceeded.
“Thor believes that Loki shows remorse. That there is redeemable qualities in
him. What is your mind of this?” The king was asking you? No, he wanted you to offer.
“I spent as little time as possible with him my Lord. I do not know if he has shown remorse for
what he has done.” Both the king and queen were becoming frustrated.
“I asked you here, the queen and I have asked you here, to
determine whether Thor is right in his thoughts that there is something
redeemable in Loki.” There it was he
finally said it. As hard as you tried,
you could not keep the tears from your eyes.
“You are my king. I
am your servant and will do as you order of me.” Clasping your hands together in front of you,
you held on for dear life. Frigga attempted
to step towards you but Odin stopped her.
“[Y/N]… I am not asking as your king. Know I am asking this, not ordering. I am asking as a father and the queen as a
mother. Can our son be redeemed?” Something broke inside of you, as the tears
slipped down your cheeks. Frigga wanted
so badly to comfort you, but she needed to stay strong in her reasons. She wanted her son returned to her, even if
it hurt you.
“I will do as you ask, my Lord. However, if he refuses I will not force
him. I would never force it on anyone. Then I wish to be left alone for some
time. May I have that? Peace to clear what will come of this?” Odin nodded, motioning for Thor to come
closer. You had all but forgotten he was
“You may have what you wish.
Thor will bring you down to the cells, though it is more for Loki’s
protection than yours. I saw the mark
you caused.” The look he gave you was
one of approval. You bowed before
walking towards the door. Thor’s long
strides keeping pace with your as you tried to retreat as quickly as possible,
your skirts swishing with the movement.
Once you were out of earshot, Thor grabbed your arm, gently
this time. “I am sorry. I had to do something to save him. I know there is something inside him…” You ripped his hand from your arm as you
turned to face him.
“You knew how much this would hurt me. Everything to save Loki. Your parents know what this does to me, but
my pain matters little against saving Loki.
I will do this because my king asked it of me. Do not think for a moment that I want to do
this. Once it is done, you will let me in
peace. I do not want to see your face or
hear your voice. You will leave me be.” Stomping off, Thor kept his distance behind
you. It was now starting to settle in
his heart how much this would hurt you, and it caused a dark hole in his heart.
The cells beneath the palace were set up all alike with the
exception of Loki’s. While the rest were
empty save the prisoners, Loki had been given many furnishings and books for
comfort. It must be good to be the son
of the king while imprisoned. He stood
watching you as you moved closer towards the cell. “Now what do I owe the pleasure of this
visit, [Y/N]? I am still healing from
our last meeting, so forgive me for my curiosity.”
Thor took his place behind you, narrowing his gaze at his
brother. “She is here to help you. If you allow it.”
“Help me? How could
she help poor Loki? Hmm? Brother there is nothing in all the realms to
help me.” You stood there watching his
movements and his face as he spoke. It
was all different from the last time you met.
The confidence was gone, though anger of sorts had replaced it. Looking over your shoulder at Thor you spoke
“He refuses. I do not
need to stay.” One of his large hands
set on your shoulder, holding you in place.
“Give it a moment. He
knows nothing of what you can do.” Loki
laughed though there was nothing amusing in it.
“Have you not seen my face? I know what she can do.” You glared at Loki, letting the fire
build. The energy appearing quickly over
your hand. Pressing it up against the
field of the cell your energy met with it, sizzling then a loud pop as the
field fell. Nothing now stood between
you. He stepped back unsure of what to
make of you. You were not the woman he
remembered. “Perhaps, I do not know…”
“Brother, let her try.
She can see inside of you, your mind.
[Y/N] will be able to see how there is something good left in you. I know there is, just let have the chance.” Loki was of course skeptical. As a child, you had the ability to see
things, the past, sometimes the future.
But nothing as this.
“She does not want to be here. Angry to be in my presence. Why would she do this for me? How can I trust her?” Him trust you…? It took everything inside of
you not to hit him again. You held
“I have nothing left but my word and my honor, Loki. Everything else is gone. I gave my word to Odin and I will stand by
it. So either allow or refuse but I will
not stay here all night.” The silence in
that cell was near deafening, except for the pounding of your heart. You were praying that he would refuse but you
“I will allow it, if you answer one thing I ask.” Canting your head as you stared up at him.
“What is it?”
“Why were you two never married? The wedding was not far off when… when I left.
Why are you not bound together and you heavy with the next heir of
Asgard? The woman that stands before me
is not the woman I knew.” Pain shot
through your heart at the memories.
Memories that were of happier times.
Now they were no longer.
“Odin said I was no longer worthy of a marriage to his
son. The ceremony called off a short
time after you disappeared. If you wish
for me to do this then we will proceed.
I cannot continue to prolong my agony here.” You motioned to Loki to sit in one of the
closer chairs, though you could see he had many more questions. All of which you chose to ignore. “Look into my eyes I need to focus.” As he sat, you moved close. Close enough causing him to swallow
hard. Resting your hands on either side
of his neck, with your fingers wrapped around the back and your thumbs against
his jaw. His skin started to warm
against your touch, as you looked straight into his eyes.
Sending your energy lightly through your palms searching for
something that would tell you Loki felt remorse. There was so much there buried deep that it took
more of your energy to pry open the walls.
Once open it washed over you like a dark waters threatening to drown
you. Pain and blood.. Torture and lies… His
Jotun form breaking through with screams that would haunt your dreams. Tears poured down your cheeks as the scenes continued. Loki’s screams as they broke him repeatedly
until he could no longer take it. He had
devised a plan… Midgard. It was too much;
you fell to your knees sobbing. It felt as though someone tried to rip out your
heart with their bare hands. Thor was at your side in a moment holding you.
“[Y/N], what is it?
Talk to me. What did you see?”
You looked up at Loki, seeing the pain in his eyes but knowing the truth
now. The screams were still echoing in
“I need to see the Allfather.” You refused to say anything more. In truth, you could not even if you tried. Your entire body shook at Thor helped you to
stand. He held tight as you stepped out
of the cell walking towards the upper chambers and the throne room. Loki stood back watching you leave. He knew what you saw, had he known it would
happen as that he would have refused. No
one else, especially you, needed to see or feel those things. It took everything he had to keep it within
him every moment.
Thor did not try to speak again as you walked. Looking straight ahead, he try to keep you
from falling to the ground. He just had
to make it to the throne room. Once
there both Odin and Frigga look anxious for your report. Both were alarmed at your appearance as they
watched Thor help you walk.
My dear [Y/N], are you well?” Frigga ran to you fussing as her hands cupped
your face, seeing the pain written over it.
There was no energy left to lie.
“No my Lady, I am not well.
But that is the price I pay for this.”
She stepped back looking in despair at her husband.
“Tell us of what you found and as I promised you will have
your peace.” Odin stood from his throne
walking down to where you stood with his son.
“Tell me of Loki’s mind. What did
you see?” Summoning everything left
within you, you pushed Thor’s hands away straightening your skirts and
cloak. Trying to regain even a piece of
who you were in front of them.
“What I saw is his tale to tell. If he ever chooses to share it, is his
choice. I will say that he was forced to
do much of the ill deeds. The last
choice to save himself and save the realms was to go to Midgard. He knew there, the Chitauri would be defeated
by the defenders of Midgard and by Thor.
Only they would have been able to stop them and retrieve the
Tesseract. He regrets what he has done
but he knows he is unforgiveable.” Frigga let out a gasp covering her face,
crying silently into her hands. Odin
looked troubled but attempted to comfort his wife before turning back to you.
“Thank you, child.
You were selfless and sacrificed once more for your king. For that, I am forever grateful. Go, I grant your peace. No one will seek you out, until you are ready
to return. And [Y/N] Theinndottir, I
will welcome your return.” They were
words you never believed you would hear.
Now was not the time, you needed air.
Away from that place, you ran.
You ran until you got to the stables, and then ran your horse until
neither one of you could go further. The
edge of the river was where you stopped, almost falling out of the saddle to
the ground. Once on your feet you sank
to your knees in the grass. Your screams
rang loud in the valley as you raged at the Gods. Perhaps this time they would actually listen.
HOLY SHIT I FORGOT THE REASON I EVEN WROTE THAT POST
wash endures several Hair Raising Moments where he’s pretty sure carolina’s just
not working on vows
she and tucker keep making Jokes™ but wash’s draft is EIGHT PAGES and hE WANTS TO PUKE
eventually he cuts out the swaths that are just fucking rambling (picture sarge just going through with a red pen putting X’s over shit while wash Dies inside, but this is good, this is why wash went to him–you know, after going to both donut AND tucker and being laughed at, goddammit tucker THIS IS SERIOUS–anyway~) and gets it down to one.
carolina smiles so hard he knows her face hurts, and delivers a pithy two sentences.
Ok I’m finally getting around to writing this! Thanks to @a-broke-in-heart for the prompt, I’m actually a really big fan (phan) (i’m sorry) of this one and I can’t wait to get started!
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~October 15, 2022~
The wedding is in a week. I’m freaking out. A lot. It’s not that I don’t want to get married. Although marriage is really just a social construct, I love Phil, and Phil wants to do it. I don’t need a document or ceremony to say I love Phil, but he thinks we do, and that means we do.
However, if we must have a ceremony, I might as well make it as fun as I can. I proposed to Phil on his birthday in January, and ever since then I’ve been trying to piece together the perfect vows. It’s like a puzzle. There are so many pieces, and so many of them feel like they fit. But only one piece fits in a specific place. I love so many things about Phil, but I can only put them together perfectly in one way. The most important part, however, is that Phil doesn’t know.
Phil really wants this wedding to be perfect, and I’m going to make my contribution: an amazing surprise with the vows I’ve been working on for months. I’ve finally gotten them perfect and I can’t wait to read them to Phil. With the wedding only a few days away, I’m trying to memorize my vows in my room (yet another part of the perfect surprise) when I’m suddenly interrupted.
“Hey Dan, what are you up to?”
I jump at Phil’s abrupt appearance, dropping the index cards with my vows written on them all over the floor. I scramble to pick them up before Phil sees any of the writing, and set them on my bedside table. “Fuck, Phil. You scared me.”
“Working on your vows?”
“What? No. I’m preparing my next danisnotonfire video. I’m just gonna wing it with the vows.”
“Wing it? How can you wing it on something this important!?”
“It’ll be fine. It’ll be better than fine.”
Phil sighs. “Fine, but if you mess up the wedding, we’re getting a divorce.” Phil softly hit me on the arm before walking out. I let out a deep breath. That was close.
~October 18th, 2022~
Tomorrow. The wedding is tomorrow. I’m freaking out even more now. I’ve completely memorized my vows, yet I still don’t feel ready. I read over them one last time in the mirror before going out to the living room. I promised Phil I’d watch a movie with him tonight after my live show. It gives me less time to prepare, but as I said, I’d do anything for Phil.
I walk into the living room still trying to change my head from wedding preparation mode to domestic time with Phil mode. I find Phil pacing the room nervously. “Phil, what’s wrong?”
“Dan, we’re not ready. You haven’t rehearsed vows, I’m a nervous wreck, and the possibilities of things that can go wrong are endless! And nobody’s gonna come. Why did we have it on a Wednesday, Dan? What is wrong with us?”
“Phil, calm down. My vows will be great, you’re going to be fine, the rehearsal dinner yesterday went perfectly fine, and everyone RSVP’d. They’re going to show up.”
“I guess you’re right…” Phil looks like a sad puppy but then the fear returns to his eyes. “But what if someone gets sick? What if they lose the rings? What if-”
I cut Phil off the best way I know how: kissing him. I softly press my lips to his, and he kisses back. After a few all too short seconds, I lean back. “Better?”
“Much.” Phil smirk. “Is that the way you’re going to kiss me tomorrow?”
I grin back at him. “Tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.”
We curl up on the couch, seeming to have forgotten about the movie we planned to watch. “Dan, you always seem to know how to make me feel better. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I run my fingers through his jet-black hair until he falls asleep in my lap. I stand up, gently resting his head on a pillow. I smile down at the beautiful boy sleeping on the couch. “Tomorrow…” I whisper, planting a kiss on Phil’s forehead. He smiles at me in his sleep and I return to my room to rehearse my vows one last time.
~October 19, 2022~
I’m so nervous. Dan’s going to come down the aisle any second. I haven’t seen him all morning, as it is tradition, and it’s making me really anxious. Being without Dan for even a few hours messes with my head. I look around the park. We decided to have our wedding in the park, just like Dil and Tabitha’s. Everything around me reminds me of Dil and Tabitha’s wedding. The only difference is me.
Luckily, Dan was right about people showing up. An RSVP is pretty solid, I guess. Maybe having the wedding on a Wednesday wasn’t that bad of an idea after all. It is a pretty important date. I find it hard to believe. 13 whole years ago today, Dan and I first met in person. And now, we’re finally getting married.
Suddenly, the music starts to play. Since neither of us is a bride, I did allow us to waver from tradition just this once. l smile as the pianist plays Interrupted by Fireworks and Dan emerges from behind a makeshift wall. He’s wearing nothing but black, as I’d expect from him, except for a single blue rose in his suit pocket. His hair is naturally curled, the way only I’ve seen it, and he has a smile wider than even I’ve ever seen.
I find tears falling down my cheeks. The experience is just too overwhelming for me. The love of my life, looking beautiful as ever, is walking down the aisle to the tune of Interrupted by Fireworks to get married to me. It’s so powerful the tears are forced to fall.
The boy stops in front of me and takes my hand, smiling. I stare hopelessly into his eyes. I love him more than I thought possible. All I notice is his eyes, as I almost mindlessly read my vows off the index cards I had hidden in my pocked. Then Dan begins to say his vows. The fear creeps back into my stomach. He’s winging it. I quickly remind myself that he said he’s got this, and I trust him. The fear rooted in my stomach lets up a bit.
“Phil…” Dan looks into my eyes. I try to listen instead of becoming mesmerized by his eyes again. “It’s been 13 years. 13 years since I met you. 13 years since I hugged you. 13 years since I loved you, and I couldn’t love you any more. 13 years is a long time you know. There’s time for a teenager to fall hopelessly in love. There’s time for a young boy to feel alone in the world. There’s time for worldwide travels. There’s time for three houses, two cities, and two dogs. But there’s only time for one love, Phil. And that’s you. Thirteen years ago it was you, today it’s you, and it will be you forever. Today and forever.”
Dan smiles at me and I repeat his phrase back at him, taking his hands in mine. “Today and forever.”
We turn to the priest beside of us that neither of us have really bothered to notice until now. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the groom.”
Dan smirks at me as I lean in and press my lips to his. I can sense the love in this kiss. It’s not the same love as it used to be. It’s a new, undying love. I can tell this is only the beginning for us. Today and forever.
N: Hey, Iggy.
N: I heard from the maids that when you like someone you do this and give you this metal donut. It’s called a ring! An en- en– enragement ring!
I: I-it’s “engagement”, Your Highness.. (.////.) *whispers* but…I’ll be more than happy to accept.
N: Hey, Igs.
N: You haven’t forgotten about our little vow now, have you?
I: I believe my memory to be above average, Noct.
N: Hey, specs.
N: So, I, uhh. Do I still I have your yes from that time?
I: I would never have thought you would doubt me. You have my word, Noct.
I: Your Majesty.. Noctis Lucis Caelum. Our little ceremony seems to have been postponed. Wait for me…?
BONUS: (the sketch didn’t make it orz)
N: Hey. You shouldn’t keep royalty waiting.
I: My apologies. Life held unto me just a little bit longer. Shall we, Noct?
N: I thought you would never ask.
“all the time that I’ll adore you is how I know we’re not too late,” “i’ll love you just as long as time allows,” “this day may last forever, but tomorrow never will,” “life will never seem so beautiful,” “i’m a sorry sight to see,” “i’m amazed he somehow found her,” “i’m amazed that she gave in,” “all in all, i’d say it’s win-win” “the first time was disaster,” “everyone’s waiting on you, kid,” “everyone’s wondering what you’ll do,” “i know the ins and outs,” “if i say that you don’t scare me i’m a liar,” "it terrifies me just to say ‘my pregnant wife’,” “there’s this macho act i’ll sell you, while inside i lose my shit,” “i’ll watch you, and protect you,” “i promise, kid, you’ll be okay,” “there’s just no telling all the things you’ll become,” “i think we’ll have some fun here,“ "this life is what you make it. it’s cliche, which means it’s true.” “if my asshole dad could do it, i can do,” "i’ll do better,” “somewhere there’s a world where you and i are man and wife,“ "we don’t know what we missed,” "i ended up in boston,” "some other me is homeless,” “some other me is queen,” “some other me has seen things that no other me has seen,” “how’d we end up here?” “somewhere there’s a you who simply worshiped other me,” “somewhere i’m the president, with plans that never fail,” “i didn’t chase my glory days long after they were done,” “some other me’s a rock star,” “some other me does not feel like some tired old fool,” “we’re old enough to know that one road end where one begins,” “somewhere there’s a world where you and i can still be friends,” “we forgive but don’t forget,” “no happy ends, but friends,” “you can guard your heart forever,” “what is it that you’re afraid of?” “you’re a die hard, a radical, you’re a fighter through and through.” “tell me why you’re so afraid of a cause that’s new?” “i’ll be the best worst mistake you ever made.” “really? sports metaphors?” “it’s not that i don’t love you, cuz i don’t not love you.” “i’d lie to say i’m never, sometimes, always thinking of you,” “when something’s deeply felt it seems shallow just to say the thing that’s expected,” "it’s the nightmare of all nightmares, and the best you’ll ever get,” "love’s a bitch,” "love is nice,” "love’s a queen,” "love’s a witch,” "i love you, for all time,” “you tricked me into saying that,” “i know you meant it,” "i hate you,” “i love you,” “don’t go,” "i won’t be anywhere near the action,” "don’t do it, i need you.” “forget it, i know you.” “my god, how i hate you.” “don’t leave me, i love you.” “don’t say that you love me, cuz what does it matter?” “you’re going to leave me, so leave me whatever.” “it’s not like i need you.” “i need you, don’t leave me.” “you know i’m not selfish but i need you to stay. okay?” “in my life i haven’t made that many promises. just one to them, and one to you.” “you know me like no one has known me before.” “you know what i have to do,” “let’s look at this calmly, discuss how i hate you.” “don’t touch me! i hate you.” “just leave us, whatever. we’ll get on without you.” “i‘m tough and resourceful, i’m steady and sturdy, and freaking the fuck out.” “screw you, you’re making me crazy so – go. wait! no.” “i’ve always said i don’t need anyone,” “i like our life, and i love you,” “i swore that i’d love without wanting or needing you,” “you’re the reason i think this life might not be meaningless,” “you’re my north star,” “you’re my single best decision in a life of many awful ones,” “with you i never feel I’m out of place,” “goddammit, you did it.” “i knew you would do it,” “you asshole, i hate you.” “i totally blame you.” “really, how could you?” “i hate you. i hate you. i hate that i hate you.” “i hate that i love you.” “i love you — i loved you.” “i loved you.” “i loved you, i lost you.” “goddamn you, you asshole, you motherfucker.” “i will never let this world take me away from you.” “i’ll see you through.” “whatever comes, whatever i must do, it’s me and you.” “all of those fears that held you back are gone.” “isn’t there nothing left to prove?” “isn’t it time to think of moving on?” “maybe it’s the wrong time,” “you don’t want to let yourself get stuck,” “you learn to take your coffee black,” "you learn to drink your whiskey neat,” "you learn to take a shower cold, and sleep on tired feet,” "you learn to order dinner in,” "you learn how to amuse yourself,” "you learn to live without,” “you draw a bath, and then unplug the phone,” “you learn to fall asleep alone,” “you learn to pull the shades at night, and double check the locks,” “you learn to speak so calmly when your heart would like to scream and shout,” “you learn to stop, and breathe, and smile.” “you see him in the faces of the boys he left behind.” “you learn to count the quiet winds, an hour with no unprompted tears, and not to count the deadly days as they fade into years.” “you learn to stand alone, at last.” “you learn somehow to like the dark, and even love a doubt.” “you learn to hold your life inside you, and never let it out.” “you learn to live and die, and then to live.” “could I please go out some less expected way?” “we’re none of us getting any younger,” “you can feel the time go by,” “marriage is a bastard, but love is always good,” “love where this world lets you,” “love while you can,” “our love belongs to everyone who loves us,” “it’s not just you and me,” “we both know love doesn’t make us perfect, it just makes us want to be,” “if what we had before is broken on the floor, we can see the way the pieces work and make it something more,” "let anger clean the cut out,” "let love help us heal,” "it’s not the love we dreamed of,” "love if your heart lets you,” “i believe that we get but one true love,” “i thought you believed in me,” “i try to let that go,” “i can’t let you go,” “i still love you so,” “it’s fear that hides the heart away,” “love and keep on living if the shit hits the fan,” “would you let him make you love him?” “what would you do if you could do it all over?” “if you could go back knowing what you now, what would you do?” “i never thought i’d get a second chance,” “i thought i was done, then i met you,” “i never dreamed i could learn how to love again,” “i placed my bets, and you came through,” “i somehow still lost, i somehow always do,” “thank you for finding me,” “thank you for the care,” "fuck you for making me think that this life might be fair,” "you promised to love me,” "i won’t be sorry that you said to leap, and i leapt,” “all the same, even so, i would love you all over again,” “am i always starting over?” “am I always back at one?” “i’ve burned all of my bridges,” “how can i start new?” "i’ll love our children, both fiercely and well.” “when they ask about you, lordy the stories i’ll tell,” "i won’t regret the lives i didn’t lead,” "i knew you, i loved you, let that be all that i need,” "i’m through with fighting,” “i’m much too old,” "we’re always starting out with the end in doubt,” "my love, our life is over,” "i’ll make you one last vow,” “my new life starts right now,” you learn how to love with not knowing,” "you choose, then everything changes,” “there’s no turning back,”
Let's see... How about this prompt: Maggie calling Alex her best friend? Like, they're in love, but for Maggie it's even more than just being girlfriends/fiancées ❤️
The first time she says it, she panics and tries to pass it off as distinctly not a big deal.
“Of course I don’t mind, Danvers, you’re my best friend,” she tells her, unintentionally – it just slips out, the casual tone of honesty so deep you don’t think before you speak – when Alex asks her if she really doesn’t think it’s too corny, too unromantic, to just go to an arcade together one night.
She says it, and Alex stops and stares at her, and she panics.
“Also, I mean, it’s totally romantic to go to arcades together. Totally a couples thing, I can win you a stuffed animal, or you can win me a stuffed animal, or we can win each other stuffed animals, see? Totally a couples thing.”
Alex doesn’t comment that Maggie’s picked up half of Alex’s rambling and half of Kara’s. She just smiles and nods and takes Maggie’s hand in hers – best friends, lovers, best friends, perfection – and brings her to the arcade.
The second time she says it, it’s after a fight – about something stupid, something small that blows up because they both have jobs where they risk their lives on the daily, because small things become so damn important – and Maggie is crying.
“You’re my best friend, Danvers, I hate fighting with you,” she strokes her hand, and Alex reaches up to caress her face.
“You’re my best friend too, Maggie,” Alex offers. “And I normally like fighting. Too much. But I hate fighting with you.”
Maggie sniffles and chuckles but then she furrows her brow.
“Kara?” she asks, because she doesn’t want Alex to feel like she has to call her that just because Maggie had said it.
“Kara is my sister, and yes, my best friend, but she also… she has a category of her own, you know? And so do you, Maggie. So do you.”
The third time she says it, they’re both dressed in white and Kara looks radiant next to Alex and Adrian looks so damn handsome next to Maggie and James looks like he might cry as he tells Alex that he’s not trying to tell her what to do – their family, surrounding them, laughs, and so do Alex and Maggie – but now would be the time to say their vows.
“You’re my best friend, Danvers,” Maggie tells her, her voice low and shaking but somehow also so, so steady. “You’re my best friend and I am so wildly in love with you. I’m never going to stop being in love with you. You’re everything I never knew I needed, Alex, and I… I can’t promise you a perfect life, but I can promise you the best life I can possibly give you; a lifetime of firsts, good and bad and everything in between, and I’m going to hold your hand through every single bit of it, Alex Danvers. Always and after. Even if it was my jurisdiction.”