"Hmm..." He's looking rather dissatisfied with his tuxedo as he thumbs the fabric, already missing the feeling of his comfortable, silky clothes. To think he's getting married... to a human, no less, one which he felt no attraction towards whatsoever since he's apparently getting married with a woman, when he's gay. 

"I apologize..." Jingyi tugs on his tie, trying to fight down the urge to just take it off completely. "...but I don't want to marry you. I don't know whether we can escape the marriage legally, but if you'd like, we can just act like strangers towards each other again." She was pretty much a stranger, after all. He didn't know her very well, past her occupation and the main demeanor that she presented.

Akemi turned a deep red. "M-Married?!" He was confused he had never met the man in front of him before. Now dont get Akemi wrong the man in front of him was very...VERY attractive. He looked down at his clothes noticing it was a white. Wedding. Dress. He blinked at that. "Okay though why am I in a wedding dress. Shouldn't I be in a tuxedo?!" He muttered mostly to himself as he spun around to get the dress to wave. "Well I guess I can live with this" He muttered. The dress was very pretty after all and with his wages he doubted he would be able to wear something this pretty again. 

He looked up he smiled. "Well I supoose since were already married. Might as well make the most of it? Hello Im Akemi I guess ill be your wife for a while. Err husband sorry I think this dress is going to my head. " He reached out and pulled the dragon into a hug. "Lets get along Okay!"

Bennett looked down at his attire, then back at Antonet. Huh, it's been a while since he worse something formal. Usually it would make him feel pretty good inside, but the current situation had quite the opposite effect. "I...was supposed to get married a long time ago but I....never would've thought it would end up like this." His baby blue eyes stared awkwardly into Antonent's. The longer he observed the boy, Bennett started to get the feeling that the two probably wouldn't get along with each other. First of all, the sailor was old fashioned while Antonet was most likely the complete opposite. But he had to admit, he was a cute little man but..something about him was a little off-putting. He had the eyes of a killer. "It seems to me that you're just as confused as I am. It would be nice if there was a way to get out of this situation, but until then, let's get along, shall we?" Bennett extended a hand towards him with a half-forced smile. 

He did have a point there. This is a man's wedding, Bennett should be enjoying himself! As he was elbowed in the ribs, he couldn't help but smile and couldn't help but doing a little buddy punch to Marcus's shoulder. "On a second thought, you're right. That happened decades ago and I..should be enjoying myself and making some new memories." His smile turned into a grin as Marcus pulled out a bottle of liquor. Jackpot. "And boy am I glad to do that with you! Let's drink like there's no tomorrow!" The sailor really liked being around him. It made him feel like he was back with his platoon buddies again, and generally felt very relaxed and knew he could let himself go when being around this man. "You're a good lad, Marcus. I'm glad we ran into each other."

"Well. This just happened. Again.." He looks at you, yes, person reading this, and person typing this (ho shit, sorry Marcus, had to be you again bro) "Guess this just confirms that night and conversation at the bar. Ha!" Marcus chuckles and shakes his head. He then roughly places his hands on Bennett's shoulder and tightly squeezes once. Then checks the both of them out in their new fresh suit. "Look at that, we are just two good looking chaps at the alter. Look at you budd, so sharp and handsome." He looks at Bennett's eyes and smirks. "But obviously me being the more handsome of the two, but I only edge you by a bit. Ha!" He elbows Bennett in the rib, trying to make light of a rather sad situation. "Don't be so defeated. I know you miss your bonnie lass, but that was ages ago, let's make new memories. Amazing ones. Ones filled with good times and this liquid gold." He pulls out a bottle of liquor, "Yeah?" Eyes still meeting Bennett's and smiles, "I know I like the sound of that, nothing beats alcohol. Haha. I'll start with a few rounds of drinks. Come on, it's a MAN's wedding, we can have all the drinks we want. No wife to stop us! Ha!" Marcus attempting to pump up and liven up a disappointed Bennett.  
( i just had too... haha! )

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Marcus held back his tongue, he knew better not to destroy the sanctity of marriage. He had to show respect and honor the new husband regardless if the new husband liked him or not. Looks like Zagiha had already signed the divorce papers. Marcus puts s smirk on his face and nods.

( about time someone stood up to Marcus, serves him right! He deserved it! LOLOL!! huehuehue )

Zagiha stared at his future husband, eyes narrowing with contempt. Great. He didn’t know he had a type in the first place, but here he was, saddled with the exact opposite of it. He pulled out a nail file and began working on his nail beds, wrinkling his nose at Marcus’s dirty and unkempt hands.

“Fantastic!” he said snidely, “a drunken dudebro. Just what I ordered.” His lip curled. “Do you even enjoy discussing Plato and non-Euclidean geometry? Why are you here? Look, Marco, whatever your name is, basically, I find you completely revolting. But we can make this work.” He folded the file with a sharp snap and pocketed it. “I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve rolled in, so never touch me and stay out of my sight, and this marriage will be a happy one. Okay? You’re allowed to carry my stuff and... I don’t know, mow my lawn or something, but literally don’t talk to me. Oh.” He paused. “And I’ve preemptively signed the divorce paperwork. I’ve been through it three times already, so I’ve got the process down pat. You’re welcome.”

(I’m sorry, he’s so mean. D: Marcus is a very handsome dude.)

"Ah..." Alaric seemed to sigh, looking at the very... serious... looking being that stood before him. "Well, it does seem we've gotten ourselves into a bit of a mess, now, hm?" Although he attempted to offer Zagiha a comforting smile, he could tell the latter was not pleased with their current situation.

"T' tell you the truth, commitment is a terrifying concept. But I think we can make this work. Yea... Yea, we can do this," Alaric began in an unusually unconfident tone. "Well, let's look at the pros. I like books, you like books, I have a shit-ton of books. My place is pretty neat, and it's isolated, so I guess you could hang there if you needed some privacy. And I'm out a lot, so I won't bother ya'. " At that, Alaric chuckled, the onyx hands descending from his hat and twiddling their thumbs. "I'm sure we can work this out with some lawyers or somethin' though, but I'm not too keen on entering town,  so... maybe you could just come over to my place and we can try to work this out over a cup of coffee?" 

A small, genuine smile grew across the Magician's face, his suave facade now returning. "But... we do have quite a lot in common, so maybe we can see this through. What'dya say, pal?"

(AWW poor baby,, Alaric would feel so bad for Chris sksk)

While suddenly being pushed forward in a wedding tux, Chris was occupied with countless amounts of dread. Who did he have to marry? Why was he here? How did he get to this point? What now?

In spite of him being close to tears, he wasn't exactly mad at his outfit - and now that he was thinking, he wasn't mad at his husband-to-be either. Once he got close enough to the altar, Chris didn't have enough energy to put up a fight anymore. His insides were ready to leap out of him. "...Hello. I'm... I'm sorry, I have no idea what to do with myself."

Chris extended a cold, clammy hand. "...Let's hope we get out of this alive." His fatigue failed to notice the bottomless pit of Alaric's hat until a pitch-black arm emerged from under it - Chris slowly reconsidered his decision, and the waterworks were practically bursting out the seams.

What now?

Chris had to look away from Iro - the blood rose to his cheeks almost instantly.

"...Thank you," he muttered in a low voice. He could only tighten his cold grip.

[yo i - 🥺🥺🥺 that was so cute, tysm!!]

Marriage wasn't something he thought about often. Being a hero meant one could daydream about the fantasy of having a spouse, greeting them in the morning, having a cup of tea together and then spending the day in one another's company. But the inevitable reality they would have to come to terms with however, was that marrying or making a family was dangerous. Villains had no qualms against using anyone's loved ones against them and it just so happened that significant others were popular with being kidnapped. The easiest way to break the strongest of individuals was to put someone they felt an entire universe for into danger. 

He stands in silence alongside the priest. This wasn't his planning, but someone else's. What it was for; he couldn't say. All he knew was that he was playing a role for the moment and going against the intelligent ideology by marrying a stranger. Leif wasn't a person he knew, nor was a person he ever thought he'd be looking at, idly situated across from him in the middle of a desolate church. Nervousness dwells in his stomach, though he tilts his chin high. 

"So, uh-" Was he supposed to say something? "We're both..here."

That was awkward.

[THIS IS SO CRAPPY I AM SO SORRY DGSOAGH. but i like how they both dont have parents, they could be good friends]

Noel looked pissed. And he was! He was so unbelievably pissed.

The older man stared at the white ceiling, eyes narrowed, trying to avoid looking at the stained glass emitting their vibrant color onto the glistening marble floor. Ignoring the most... obvious part of why this freaked him the fuck out, he was also worried about the angels. Gods, he hated angels. Capricious beasts belonging to the false one. He didn't want to even know who he was marrying. He wanted to get this over with. Maybe, if he were lucky, he would get to abandon them as soon as possible.

His eyes trailed over Gwen as he entered the room. And then he blinked in surprise once the guy's appearance registered to him. He was glad that he got a dude, but... This didn't feel traditional.

Not that he was complaining. He much preferred a man over a woman right now. Not that it would stop him from leaving right after the party. Maybe if he got sloshed enough, Gwen would find him so disgusting that he would  dump his piggish, alcoholic ass.

Noel waited for Gwen to come to him, at which point he dipped his head to him. But, he didn't say anything. He felt like if he opened his mouth to say anything, he would break down sobbing. So, he resorted to glaring at the poor guy, face sullen, hands tightly clasped together.

I'd give it five months.

Vapor123 stopped watching DOOM gameplay for the sake of actually using her brain in this follow-up.

The atmosphere felt familiar to Walker, who had thought she was going to a convention; however, the reason why she felt so accustomed to the surroundings wasn't exactly what she expected, or wanted. It reminded her of the day that she was arranged to marry Smithson. Wait... A mass formed in her throat as she attempted (in vain) to gulp it down. I... I already have a husband. Is this some cruel prank, or am I overthinking the bells and the faint scent of flowers?

There was only one way to find out, and it certainly wasn't just leaving the building. (This was the right address for the event, wasn't it?)

"Go on," a voice stated coolly from behind the middle-aged woman; it sounded mysteriously like her mother's, which made her freeze. It now repeated more ominously, "Go on," like it was hissing with impatience. Ah yes, just like her actual wedding day. Fun times. Apparently nobody else had heard said voice, but Walker reckoned that it didn't really matter as she proceeded to the altar with downcast eyes. Maybe her actual husband would be there, and they were just trying to surprise her. A terrible surprise, but one I can tolerate nonetheless, she thought with the faintest hint of a smile - shown only through a slight twitch of her lip.

Only when she glanced up did she find out whom was really there... And wow. She regretted that. For once, maybe being ignorant of what was going on would've been more of a benefit. Her legs started to fidget as she glanced around the room. the aristocrat clearly being antsy for a potential escape route.

With a surprisingly shaky yet dry voice, Walker grunted, "It is... A wonder to meet you again, sir. First on the beach, now here. You always seem to accompany misfortune, huh? It would explain a lot regarding your appearance." She folded her arms while expecting unbridled hostility from him. An idea turned up where she could help channel said energy into getting the hell out of here (and hopefully never meeting his alcohol-imbued ass ever again), but how to articulate that... "Still, in spite of the tension..." she added with a hushed whisper, "Perhaps a truce could work for this moment, to get out of here? Then we can never speak to each other again after this. How about it?"

ouch. a follow-up.