Raptus Regaliter
Royally Screwed
Disclaimer: Now, come on. You all know good and well that if I owned any of this stuff (though I do claim the plot) it would be on television. Enjoy.
The room was not very wide, but it was beautifully decorated. The walls were painted a cream color, and there were columns placed along the aisle, about four feet tall. Atop these columns were white vases with pink roses painted on, and they each contained a bouquet of crimson, velvet roses. Rolled panes of white gossamer led from the back of the room to the front, dipping ever so slightly, tied with red ribbon and joining over a large silver archway.
She stood on a long, red carpet, on the sides of which was white flooring. The carpet led to a set of small stairs and continued on to a podium. The podium itself was made of cherry wood and had doves carrying roses surrounding a cross carved into the front. Behind the podium stood a smiling old man in white robes holding a Bible.
Back at the foot of the stairs stood a man with slicked-back silver hair in a tuxedo, with penetrating blue eyes. Beside him stood a slightly taller man with long brown hair and matching eyes, also in a tux but looking less than elegant. Across from them both stood a girl with brown hair tied up in a bun with pink ribbon to match her long pink bridesmaid's gown. Her hazel eyes leaked happy tears.
She looked down at her hands; they were pale white wrapped in ivory gloves. In her right hand she held a small bouquet of red roses with pink and white carnations. Pooling around her feet and trailing behind her was a delicate ivory dress made of silk. Beneath the dress, she knew, she wore a pair of glass slippers.
Just like a fairy tale, she thought in wonder.
Covering her face was a shimmering veil.
This is so surreal...
She glided toward the groom, feeling light-headed and dizzy.
Everythin's so beautiful...
Normally she would not enjoy being surrounded by these happy, bright colors, but a wedding was worth excepting. Especially if it were her own wedding.
She arrived beside the platinum-haired demigod, who gave her a wink and a reassuring smile. As one, they looked up at the priest expectantly.
"Dearly beloved," he began obediently, "we are gathered here today in the sight of God and in the face of this company to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony–"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Grunting, Rogue rolls over with eyes still shut to hit the snooze button. Only, to her surprise, the alarm is not in its usual spot on the bedside table on the usual side of the bed. Her confused eyes flutter open to reveal a foreign room, with what looks like a hotel door on the wall.
The alarm shuts off, but not automatically. She immediately tenses, feeling the bed move ever so slightly beneath her as another body rolls comfortably back into a sleeping position.
She risks a glance over her shoulder and gasps.
There, laying motionlessly beside her, is the half-naked, half-asleep form of Pietro Maximoff.
"Good morning, sunshine," he drawls with a yawn and a sleepy smile.
Rogue promptly faints.
Author's Note: So I suppose I worked this out well enough that it could be a one-shot. However, if I get enough reviews–HINT, HINT–I might be convinced to continue with this. Please review!