“You’re cute but... I just don’t think we can get along.” They sat across from each other, discussing their forced marriage plans and trying to find a compromise. She was obviously invested into someone else and the same could be said for him. “Look, we can be married by law, but we never have to see each other again. Sound good?” 

To be completely honest, even if he were single, he’d probably never even date her. She’s manipulative, easily grasping the mind and heart of those who fall in love with her. Just the word manipulative made him uncomfortable. And maybe what she does at “work” gives him a chill up his spine. 

“Lets just try to make the best of the situation we’re in for now.” 

Lucky looked at the woman and oped his mouth then closed it again. Lucky didn't even know if this was legal as technically he's a cat but he looked human at night, just his luck it was very much dark out. Lucky finally managed to sputter out some word.

"You seem like a person." Lucky spluttered out but "But I am not human." He was normally good at speaking but the thought of marriage just gave him a bad feeling causing him to forget the English language. 

She was still looking up at him oh crap what was he supposed to do. He reached out a hand and patted the woman on the head, this was a normal human thing to do right? He finally fought through the embarrassment and found his words finally.

"You don't seem so bad but I just can't marry you... but I'm going to have to arnt I." He sighed and looked at her once more "Fine just be warned things are weird with me and my associates, so if you don't like it I wont blame you if you turn tail and run as honestly I would do the same." 

Dante observed Lucky from head to toe and blew off some smoke. This was quite troublesome. "Never heard about marrying a cat. Is this some sort of a fetish?" Well, even though Lucky had a human form, it just didn't feel right. "I'm not really into committed relationships, sorry. Besides, you hate just about anyone, don't you? Except maybe women. Too bad I'm not one." At that moment, Dante's eyes seem to slightly gleam with interest. "-but I'm interested in taking your soul though. You don't mind right? After all, cats have nine lives."

“Marriage?!”

Poro wasn’t certain what the intention was, setting her up with such scum, let alone forcing such an antiquated human tradition on the both of them. She’d never understood the human inclination toward matrimony, it seemed rather pointless. Surely, people could live together in a loving relationship without having to go through an entire ceremony devoted to it.

Well, she didn’t care about that so much at the moment, she only cared that such a ritual was being pushed upon her. If she were to marry another demon, she’d rather it be someone who would allow her to be dominant, to take charge. She would have to be the leader, the unquestionable ruler of that relationship.

She wouldn’t get any of that with this scrub.

“With such a violent, unmotivated reprobate? Hmph… I think not. If this were to work then you’d need to follow my every wish… and I see that you have a tendency to… do your own thing?”

Chuckling grimly, she rapped her fingers against her side and shook her head.

“I’m sorry, but you’re on a much lower level than I. That alone excludes you from marrying me. But your unruliness is what seals the deal. Let’s be serious, neither of us really want this… so rather than argue about this, I think I’m just going to look for whoever is forever is forcing this upon us. I have a few choice words for them~”

- Seriously?

Saber raised his eyebrows looking at the person who setting up this cursed wedding that nobody tells him about, this annoyed him on many level. In fact, he already dating Dragon Lord for a pretty long time now and he not interested in marrying someone else! The woman from of him is pretty, he have nothing to against her actually but Saber do not like woman and not intended to marry one anyway. But just judging the woman by her personality and stuffs, he can tells that Amber wasn't his type. Himself already a mischievous and troublesome man, he do not need another one like that in his life.

- Well let's me make this clear, woman ( Amber ), you are hella pretty of course. But I have a little boyfriend waiting for me at home so I guess we just go back to where we at now..?


He talked straight into the point, a little rude but with a person like Saber it understandable. No one tells him what to do unless they are his marshal, but of course nobody can forced him to get marry if he don't want to. The concept of wedding and all that stuffs just really annoying and complicated to Saber so he better say it out now before catching any confusion. After finished talking, he got up and left without a goodbye. Unless it's his little lover, he wouldn't wasting anytime with other people. Not gonna happened!

"NO WAY!"

The sounds of screaming broke through the tranquil morning. Creme, sitting across from the android that was supposed to be her new fiancee; was not amused the slightest. 

"I'm not getting married to him!! especially not to someone who is already dating and gay!!" 

Today was supposed to be a big day, the new bakery downtown was opening at noon, and Creme had been looking forward to it for ages. The once blissful day was ruined when some humans had the bright idea to wed her to the android. She was angry; very angry indeed.

As Creme was plotting ways to get back to these planners, thinking of all the horrible pranks she could pull to make sure they never cross her again; Creme had a sudden realization.

Wait! these people are merely humans! they won't be able to stop me!

And so she skedaddled, ripping the door from its hinges before running away. She wasn't worried about the android, especially since it didn't look like he wanted to be a part of this either. 

Tazzi’s face was twisted with a mixture of horror and anger, her cheeks flushed a violent shade of purple.

“Marriage?” She spat out the word distastefully, as if it were a virus. This was ridiculous! She was getting married to a goddess? And a...dainty one, at that. Their personalities would clash disastrously, that was for sure. Why would the Council even allow this to happen? Were they out of their minds? Apparently so.

The hybrid let out a huff, red eyes staring into purple ones. “We’re not doing this,” she said bluntly. “You and I were not made for each other, goddess of love or not. Let’s just forget this ever happened and go on with our lives.” Besides, no one could possibly willingly marry Tazzi. She was hideous...in her opinion.

Without another word, the Jedi stood up and walked away, thumbs hooked in her belt. Love. Something that she would most likely never experience, much less through an arranged marriage.

He stares up at the giant person before, then looks at his tiny bow-tie. "SQWEEE" he has found love. He scrambles to crawl up to your shoulder and gives you a little kiss. I now pronounce you Dathomirian and Eel

"Oh my goodnessss!" Mica's eyes shimmered with adoration as he scooped up the eel... thing, cuddling him close to his chest. "You're the cutest little creature I've ever seen in my life!" Taking one of the eel's vestigial limbs, he shook it with two fingers as though he was introducing himself. "My name is Mica. What's your name, little buddy? You're my groom?" There was no way he was going to marry some deep sea creature (not for any prejudiced reasons; moreso because he didn't want to get married again in the first place), but he was definitely charmed. Amused, even. 

He imagined putting the little guy in a miniature top hat and bow tie. It was an amazing thought.

"You're very precious, but I can't marry you. You're the wrong species. But to make it up to you, why don't you come to my crayfish party? You'll be the guest of honor and you can eat your fill! Then I'll release you back into the wild!"

"Erm, I think this is some sort of mistake." Nick shuffles through his papers, and looks down at the little... Creature. He gulps. 

"Your name cannot be Azealea can it?" No, PLEASE no... 

Well, of course it was. Nick had been through much in life, and forced into uncomfortable situations before - but this was a different level of weird. As in, interspecies marriage kind of weird. And Azealea didn't seem thrilled either - why would she be? Nick is a human - err, mostly human man. And a man who may or may not be gay too. This was levels upon levels of weird and kinda fucked up. Nick seemed unwilling to make physical contact - or eye contact - with Azealea. Poor girl. It seriously wasn't personal this time. 

"Ahah, uhm." Nick looked at the fluffy cat, then at the papers, continuing to look back and fourth until he suddenly - and violently - shoved the marriage papers into his mouth, ripping and spitting them until they sat soggy and unreadable on the floor. He stomped on them and grinded them further down, before glancing back up at Azealea. 

"S... Sorry? Yeah, sorry." He backs away a bit, looking around to make sure that nobody else saw the horrible act of stupidity he had just commit. 

"I'm not ready for marriage in general, I just found out what toast was yesterday, and- Go find yourself a very nice cat, one that- one that won't make your life hell-" Before he finishes his thought, he bolts for the door in embarassment. This headphones fall off in the proccess and drag behind him still attached to something in his pocket. Classy.

"Listen, we need to talk about the elephant in the room," Nick whispered to the other Nick, trying not to sound frantic. "You can be Nick, I will be Nicholas. Marriage is all about… compromise."

How could this happen to me?! Nick thought to himself, on the verge of completely losing it at the altar. I'm nearly old enough to be his father. When we go out in public, people will assume he's my son!

And I'm only called Nicholas when I'm being punished. Christ! That's what I deserved to be called now, isn't it?

No! No, I–I can't...

Nick hoped with all his heart that someone would show up like that scene from The Graduate to save him from this insanity. If not, he prepared himself to start running as fast as he possibly could in a suit.