BUMPING THIS ONE TOO. 

Valra

Marrying a woman? What a nonsense... would it be, if she wasn't into woman too. As Valeria wears her white dress, and sees all these people around, she can't but wonder if this is gonna be good. The woman at the oltar looks beautiful. Her heart starts to beat faster as she approaches. This is the first time she sees her, and Valeria can't but like her. 

She smiles shy at her, and after the reaction, the shy smile turns into a real big smile. This is gonna be good. 

Valeria knew she can't wait to get to know her better. Is this gonna be for a lifetime? Or just for a period of time? She had no idea. 

After changing the wows, she realized, Diluvi is already married. A tiny bit of jelousy stabbed her side.

"Diluvi, darling, I guess you need to divorce him. I'm a way better catch." she joked. Or was it not a joke?

Dean had never expected himself to get married- but much to his shock, here he was, donning an uncomfortable tuxedo (and being incredibly jealous of dresswearers now) and standing at an altar, facing his bride, who he doesn't even know. But hey, she was cute. Despite that though, he was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Commitment was not his thing, he didn't even know HOW he got into these circumstances- an enemy stand user, perhaps? But just the idea of matrimony was like a nightmare to him.

"Uh...hi." Dean finally said to Valeria, pretending like he wasn't just having a mini-mental crisis over being betrothed. "I'm Dean, and I guess I'm your soon to be husband? I'm gonna tell you the truth: I'm really truly not the marrying type. I don't know why we were even brought here in the first place. But I must say, you are a pretty gorgeous girl. Do you think that we get to choose our honeymoon location or does the invisible hand of God or whatever that stuck us here in the first place get to?" 

Yes!! Forever and ever! Darli couldn't believe it! She was surprisingly okay with this! In fact, she was more than okay, she was happy! She knew Dean's commitment issues will have to be put on hold! He couldn't escape now! Now they are force to be! Though Darli love the single life and dating, she did not mind marrying Dean! He was very attractive! He looked so good in that tux. Darli couldn't wait to take cute selfies of them together and make everyone drool. She was always kind of jealous of how beautiful brides look, but now she is a bride of her own. And she gets to have a man to herself! How lucky!

Darli standing at the alter, looking very well put together. She spent hours on her hair and makeup! She had her two besties with her, this couldn't be more perfect! She was so happy. At this moment in time, she didn't care what anyone else thinks. If it was too soon or too random! She now has a man in her arms. A handsome groom to call her own!

The young girl stared at Dean for what felt like forever before she finally spoke. "Dean. I am like so excited. Like. Like this is just amazing. Like. I'm going to get so many followers and likes. We have to make my wedding day memorable. Let's take a selfie."

Oh my. Who was this gorgeous boy Darli was about to marry. He was so pretty. He was so romantic too! And he always had these beautiful red roses with him. So many. Darli loved his aesthetics and choice of fashion. They would look so stylish together on ALL of her pictures. Darli went around taking pictures of ALL the guest so she can remember this day forever! And when he laughed, it was so charming, she blushed every time! It was like a fairy tale ending, a prince and her a princess! Lot's of selfie indeed! Darli couldn't wait to kiss him at the alter!

August always fantasized about the day he got married. It would be with the love of his life in a grove of beautiful, blooming roses and surrounded by friends and family who he cherished. They would dance until the sun went down and then some more. Everything would be perfect because he finally got to pledge an oath with the person he was absolutely infatuated with. That's not exactly what was happening here.

Due to some circumstances, here he was-- marrying a woman who he had just met. He couldn't deny the beautiful venue, a lavish courtyard decorated to the nines with glittering gold decorations and elegant flowers. His bride, Darli was undeniably beautiful. She was smoothing out her dress taking selfies with guests, eventually taking August's hand and kissing him as she took one last photo. She smiled so brightly and one could only wonder how she could be so happy marrying a complete stranger. But her smile was contagious and August couldn't help but laughing along with her as they went around greeting guests. He never could've imagined this for his wedding day... but spending the rest of his life with someone like Darli didn't seem so bad.

[↓↓ omg that was such a cute scene!!]

((aaaa I hope this is okay!))

He'd never wanted to get married.

Sure, as a kid he'd played bride and groom a bit. He made his dolls marry each other, and kiss, and break up, and run each other over with cars--but what kid didn't make up fantasy relationships between their toys?

He'd never wanted to get married, because Dejan had always secretly known, deep down, that he wouldn't be lovable. Imagine his surprise when he'd been selected, hauled off to the palace, washed, powdered, and stuffed into formal clothes. He'd barely been introduced to Venus, the man he was to marry--apparently, that part didn't matter to the people running the show. The two of them were guided down the aisle to the altar, at which point a long, terribly boring ceremony began.

"Dearly beloved, we have gathered today to join these two souls, forevermore, in holy matrimony..."

Dea was trying to pay some attention, seeing as how this was his life that was being changed forevermore... But the ceremony was just so agonizingly slow moving! Venus appeared to be paying rapt attention, but Dejan... He tried to let out a little yawn, just a little one, but what came out was a big, groaning noise of boredom and exasperation. Venus looked alarmed for just a moment, and then started to laugh. The guests tittered, and the holy person wedding the two stammered, and hurried to the end. "a-and therefore, I pronounce you two... married."

You know... The more he looked at Venus, the more Dea thought he might be able to live the rest of his life with this person. At least he had a sense of humor in him.

"Wh-what?!" Sora's face displays her inner discomfort and heartbreak. Quickly realizing her vulgarity she takes a deep breath in and out to regain her composure. "If I have to for the sake of my kingdom... I shall..." Her words betrayed her heart, but she knew arranged marriages have their own benefits. I truly don't want to marry anyone else but Him... Pero, he would understand why I must. She politely bows to the outsider. "I hope our marriage unifies the outside world and De la Noche." Sora's words are soft and delicate. There was a hint of excitement. George obviously wasn't a resident of her small kingdom, so her dream of being able to travel the world seems achievable. 

Her heartbeats violently within her chest, she mentally gathers her next words. Her papa and mama lead George away as they talk out the details, Sora clears her throat. "U-under one condition!" They all return their attention to her. "I... Skai can continue being my personal knight!" Her papa's anger instantly flares but before he can get a word in, her mama calmly places a hand on his shoulder and nods. 

"He's a properly trained gentleman." Her mama tells George. "Skai trained specifically to protect Sora and the kingdom. Please, feel free to utilize his skills. His swordsmanship is beyond our expectations, and not to mention his magical capabilities are still enhancing. Accepting Skai's companionship will be a beneficial decision on your behalf." She smiles at her daughter. "He is our highest ranked knight. The others cannot compare to him." She nods to her daughter and they return to their previous conversation. Clearly not knowing who George really was and how little he cared about the marriage. Nor noticing his anxious behavior as they spoke.

"An arranged marriage to an outsider... That will be a shock to the kingdom..." Sora's heart still hurts, but she chooses to ignore the pain. "I will have to put my all into it." A tear falls down her cheek.

Vega never expected to end up in an arranged marriage- let alone one to a royal. She despised the concept of monarchies and such- and now, she was doomed to become a princess? What a nightmare. She gulped nervously, waiting her bride's arrival at the altar. Vega herself was donning a white pantsuit, not particularly wanting to wear a dress especially since she's running on the presumption her bride will be wearing one too.

Sora had showed up, looking similarly dismayed about this whole business as well and Vega shot her a sympathetic glance. "So...you're probably not too thrilled about this whole thing either, huh? Let's try to get this wedding over with and then we can make a game plan about what to do next when everyone's out of our hair, I suppose."

She had to admit, the princess was cute and if not for the ideological differences and the fact Sora doesn't seem even remotely ecstatic about this relationship Vega would've tried to make this work. But alas, things are different. 

"This building is supposed to be where the meeting is, right?" Johnson dryly asked a fellow decked in a suit and tie. He had to admit that the outfit was a little... Formal for the occasion, though he didn't think too much of it. Besides, it was at least better than being caught in a T-shirt and shorts, that was for sure. Such a mental image proved to be so humorous for Johnson that he didn't see the floor - or much of the decor, really - shift before his eyes as he entered a stark white room, sanitized to the point of almost being blinding.

And heard bells. The hell is this!?

He looked up, then around... And his heart dropped. This... This is too familiar. Did I really just shift back into the past!? Holy fuck, this man was actually a bit perturbed for once. Johnson took a step back, but suddenly, his legs tensed up, and he couldn't go any further in that direction; it seemed that going forward was the only viable option now, so with a heaving sigh, the middle-aged aristocrat shifted himself forward to the end of the altar. There, he met a young woman who looked a lot like his wife in terms of hairstyle and jewelry. She also looked like she didn't want to be here either, and honestly, Johnson found that at least a little bit relieving.

"The last time I was in such a situation," he remarked tensely, "I was flanked by a fawning wife who was useless to me in every sense of the word." Way to diss Smith like that, asshole. "I hope that you won't be the same to me, even if we'll never see each other again after this," added a subtly pissed man as he shifted his feet. His hands were tightly folded together, and his look was equally as sharp. Though the two parties could at least engage in "get me the fuck out of here please" solidarity, that was all they had going for them. If the audience expected any sort of genuine chemistry to occur between this mishmash couple, they were going to be so disappointed that dying from boredom would've been a better option.

Johnson also thought that - for once - being bored wasn't a bad thing as he glanced up at the completely blank white ceiling. No ceiling is ever naturally this white, he remarked, this all has to be a dream. Then he shuddered, silently adding, A bad dream, in fact. The whiteness of the ceiling burned at his retinas, so after a few seconds, the man was essentially forced into looking into the other party's eyes - again. He had the feeling that she was coming up with something, though that veil didn't help with shit. Hopefully it was just an escape plan, because he'd gladly help her with that. Well, might as well take a chance, before the ceremony actually starts...

"I do also hope that you can help me get out of here, with the prize of you escaping this place too," the aristocrat added in a lower voice, his head craned towards her ever so slightly, "I won't be able to do much, but... Maybe you have something that could be of use." A smirk - or was it a sneer - snaked its way onto his face as he now regarded her with a sense of venomous intrigue. "I hope that you won't disappoint me in that regard, young woman."

YIKES. A FOLLOW-UP. goodbye Johnson, rest in shit.

potential cw for mild blood at the end??? (it's just a nosebleed, but just in case...)

As a girl, Korrina had a set idea of how a wedding should be. She dreamed of it since she was quite young. It should have been delightful, beautiful, with golden bells singing sweet little hymns and guests making merry among themselves, the food scrumptious and fattening, the dancing, the embraces, the smiles before the eyes of the gods. And the couple-- the bride in a gown of white lace and wearing a sweet expression, and the groom, tall and strong as an ox but more handsome. She didn't get any of that. She got her husband. Her first wedding was, frankly, disappointing to a girl who prior only ever understood storybooks with a romanticized view on the subject.

So, to be remarried to another stranger, it left her uneasy. She thought she would never be as afraid as she was fifteen or so years ago, but here she was, twiddling her thumbs and remaining utterly silent on the altar, taking deep but quiet breaths in an effort to soothe herself. She supposed anyone would be better than him, but to be sold like livestock? A second time? She didn't cry, but she thought she might.

Not once did Korrina look Wren in the eye. She considered him similar to her presumably now ex-husband-- smug, brash, and irresponsible, from what she knew so far. She could pray that he was kind, but how was she to know that right in this instant? This was all a simple reminder that, yes, she disliked men, and she never wanted a man, especially an egotistical one [though all of them probably seemed that way to her] anywhere near her. And yet, she sucked it up. She would keep it sucked up until she returned home.

"You look handsome." she told him, smiling gently, speaking softly, "Your hair looks lovely. I like it what you've done with it... Assuming you worked on it yourself, and the-- the people here didn't, hm?"

Maybe if she continued to sweet talk him, her future wouldn't be as dreadful. So, she continued on. "I know this is rather abrupt, but we might be able to work this out." she added with a fluttering sigh, "We aren't getting younger, and marriages are only appealing when you haven't been wed before." And when you're an idiot. An idiot girl. "I've been married before, obviously you should know that. I like to think of myself as a bit experienced on the topic." She forced out a small giggle. "We just need to... make the best of things..."

i will probably write a follow-up post!