FYI I WROTE A CHAPTER BEFORE THIS ONE ABOUT WHEN NATSU FINDS OUT SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT I SUGGEST YOU DO!
Natsu leaned on the horn for the twelfth time that morning, glaring at the hot rod hugging his bumper. "Hey, asshole," He said. "Love the paint job, but that don't mean I want it on my fucking back end!"
Gray sighed from the passenger seat as Gajeel groaned from the back seat. "Princess Face," Gray said, though the insult was half-assed. "Just drive a little faster. For fucks sake the speed limits fifty and you're going, what? Forty?"
"Forty three." Natsu corrected, pointing to the electronic display on the dash. "Get your fucking facts straight."
Gray sent Gajeel a helpless glance but the elder boy only shrugged. "It's not my fault and none of my business if this jackass is late to his own wedding."
Gray sighed. "You guys are forgetting something." He said, slightly nervously. "Who planned every single detail of this wedding to the nearest millimeter?"
"The girls"
Gray nodded. "Uh-huh, and who told us to be on time?"
"The girls."
"Uh-huh, and who begged us not to be late?"
"The girls."
"Uh-huh, and who's going to kill us if we're late?"
Natsu swallowed. "The girls."
"And what are we right now?"
Gajeel shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the clock on the dash. "Late."
Gray paused, letting the information sink in. When his head hit the head rest from Natsu's foot hitting the floor, he figured it had. "Uh-huh." He said, to no one in particular. "The question now is, how much make-up it will take to cover the bruises."
When they got to the chapel, they each received a hit on the head for every minute they were late, which was about seventeen. Luckily they made it out without concussions. Not that anyone would have cared. They were late, so all sympathy was off the table.
Natsu and his groomsmen, Gray and Gajeel, were rushed into the Groom's Suite and were left with strict instructions to dress in the outfits the girls had provided exactly how they'd provided them which meant no piercings, no stripping, and no burn marks.
It was hard, but somehow they managed it. Natsu was dressed in perhaps the most expensive suit he'd ever seen, much less worn. He was suddenly struck with what would befall him if he messed it up, and he nearly had a panic attack. "Guys," He said. "I'm freaking out."
"Dude," Gray said, resisting the urge to undo his tie. "Chill." His fingers were literally shaking and Gajeel kept touching his stud-free face while looking at himself in the mirror, he glanced back at Natsu and the groom resisted the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of a stud-free Gajeel. "What Stripper said."
"I am not stripping!" Gray retorted, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than Gajeel. "See, I'm fully clothed!"
Gajeel regarded him dryly, unamused by his denial. "But you want to, right?"
Gray's face cracked and he nodded. "Yes!" He exclaimed. "Now that I can't strip, I want to do it more than anything in the world. Like women! I'm acting like a woman!"
"PMS-ing like one, too." Gajeel muttered, turning back to the mirror. He turned his head and threaded a single piercing through the hole in his lobe. "There." He said. "They can't complain about that, now can they?"
Gray shook his head and undid his tie subconsciously, giving in to the urge. He adjusted his collar and looked at himself in the mirror. "I love you guys and everything Natsu, but this goddamn thing is gonna drive me insane."
Natsu nodded. "I get it." He said. "Whatever the girls say, I wouldn't want you guys any other way." He threw his arm around their necks. "But which one of you is gonna catch me when I faint?"
Gajeel and Gray shared an exasperated look and threw Natsu's arm away. "That's enough bromance for today." Gray said. "You're about to get married, buck up and grow a pair."
Natsu laughed and they left the Suite, heading towards the sanctuary. When he arrived, so had most of their guests, and they sat quietly waiting not for him, but for Lucy. And Natsu was okay with that. So when he made his way to the altar, Gray and Gajeel in tow, and Mira and Erza's penetrating gazes landed on Gajeel's earring and Gray's absent tie, promising hell to be paid, he didn't care. Because any minute now Lucy was going to walk through that door. He tried to imagine her dress, her hair and her makeup but he couldn't. Nothing he could think up could ever do her justice and he prayed that the gown they'd chose did.
The doors facing him, so far away creaked open, and Juvia walked through. Her hair was arranged in a messy, waterfall bun that he didn't quite understand but made her look like a mermaid. Her gown was a soft blue with a single strap that connected to the neckline with a cluster of pearls. A white lace belt wound tight around her waist, a shower of fabric flowing from it down to her shins. She wore dainty silver heels that tied with blue ribbons up to her knees. There were pearls in her hair, around her neck and hanging in her ears. She held a bouquet of pure white roses, the stalks tied together with blue ribbons, a small pearl charm hanging from the edge.
Levy stepped out after Juvia, wearing the same thing except in a slightly darker shade of blue to indicate she was the Maid of Honor. Mira and Erza would have been Bridesmaids as well but they insisted on running the show from behind the scenes. Levy stepped up to stand next to Juvia, both girls smiling beautifully at the groomsmen in front of them. They were hot, and they knew it.
When the doors opened next, Wendy and Romeo stepped out. They were both a little too old to be a Ring Bearer or a Flower Girl, but Mirajane had insisted. SO Wendy walked down the aisle, arm in arm with Romeo, scattering soft blue rose petals as he held the little white pillow with the rings. They would be lying if they said it wasn't a little embarrassing, but it was also a little fun.
When they, too, reached the altar, Natsu felt as though he couldn't stand it anymore. He felt he was going to burst if Lucy didn't walk through that door.
Lucy, of course, was on the other side of the door insisting that she wait "Just one more minute" before going out. Natsu was squirming, she knew it. She could feel his nervous energy from across the room and through the door and, frankly, for all the hell he put her through he deserved a little of his own. Smiling, she nodded to Erza, who opened the door slowly.
She stepped through, and the piano music faded into the background.
Natsu couldn't keep his eyes of her. He prayed for this moment never to end, for time to stop where it stood. Because coming through that door was an angel.
He couldn't blink. Couldn't even blink. If he blinked, she could disappear. Would disappear. If he blinked, he could wake up. Because this had to be a dream. A beautiful, beautiful dream that was too beautiful to be real. Like her.
Her blonde hair had been teased and tangled into a loose bun, rogue curls framing her glowing face like a halo. Her hair had been sprayed with glitter, or stardust, he couldn't tell which. There were stars in her hair, little diamonds that shone with the light and twinkled like her big, brown eyes. Her eyes were framed with the slightest brush of blue liner and silver dust. Her lashes were flaked with glitter. Her ears were hung with more stars and they wreathed her neck like a garland.
Her gown was, in a word, divine. It was strapless and the bodice was wrapped in thick, French lace that pulled and tugged at all her curves and edges, making Natsu's mouth water. The skirt was full and took up the entire aisle, flecked with rhinestones that caught the light and shone like more stars. He could hardly see the slight bump of their baby and it made him a little sad. That bump was something he'd made with Lucy.
He was proud of it.
A light blue ribbon with silver embroidery was wrapped around her waist, tied into a large bow. Her bouquet was made of white and light blue roses with the same blue ribbon tied around them and a small star charm hanging over her hand. Her shoes were shrouded by the skirt but they clicked pleasantly on the hardwood floors.
Makarov held her hand and lead her down the aisle, but there were tears staining his gigantic smile. He let her go as she ascended the stairs to the small altar and she handed her bouquet to Juvia.
Lucy smiled shyly at Natsu, though on the inside she was smiling smugly. She was hot, and she knew it. As she stepped up to stand beside him, she winked and she could've sworn he almost fainted.
"Dearly Beloveds," Elfman started, though how he became ordained no one saw fit to ask. "We are gathered here today at this manly church place to join together Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Dra- uh, Heartphilia in holy man-trimony. Anybody who isn't manly enough to concede to this union speak now or forever hold your peace." He paused. "Cool."
Elfman turned to Natsu. "Did you guys prepare vows or something?"
Natsu nodded and took the ring from Romeo's fluffy little pillow. "Lucy," he said seriously, with a slight catch in his throat. "For a long, long time I was in the darkness. And then you came along and through your eyes I saw a different world. A better world. I ask you now to lend me your eyes for the rest of my life. Let me look into them for the rest of time." He slid the small, silver band onto her finger and Lucy smiled, taking a ring of her own.
"Natsu," She said, a catch in her voice as well. "For as long as I can remember, my world was filled with silence. And then, the day I met you, it exploded with sound. You filled my world with experiences I'd never had before and I ask you to let me continue to hear your voice for the rest of my life. Let me hear it for the rest of time." He slid the ring on his finger and smiled. Natsu looked into her eyes and brushed a tear from her eye.
Elfman smiled broadly. "Manly," He said. "I guess you're manly enough. You may now kiss the bride!"
Natsu cupped Lucy's crying face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss slowly, savoring the moment for as long as possible.
Lucy didn't mind.
The entire sanctuary erupted into wild applause and unrestrained sobbing and then, the party took place. Everyone filtered out into the fellowship hall to partake in the food and cake that Erza had prepared.
Everyone, that is, except the bride and groom. They stood there at the altar, wrapped in each others' arms and oblivious to everything going on around them. They were just so happy.
Lucy pulled back first, smiling gently at Natsu. "Natsu, we have to go. They'll be waiting for us to cut the cake. And you know how Erza gets about cake."
She tried to gently pull away from him but Natsu's grip only tightened. "Not yet," he said softly, resting his cheek on her shoulder. "Just a little bit more." Lucy could only sigh and nod, going along with it if only for a few minutes.
After those few minutes had passed, Natsu pulled away of his own volition. He looked Lucy straight in the face and smiled like the idiot he was. "I love you." He said, and then bent down to talk to Lucy's stomach. "And I love you too."
Lucy smiled and rested a hand on her well-disguised bump, though why they disguised it she didn't know. "It'll only be a few more months." She told him. "Just wait a little bit longer." Natsu was so impatient about the baby, much too eager to greet their little bundle of joy.
Natsu pouted and nodded, taking her hand. "Are you ready?"
Lucy smiled and gripped his hand. "I'm always ready."
And with that, they opened the big, wooden doors and went to go
How was it, lovelies? Please tell me because I don't know how I feel about it.
Okay, so some things went down in my family and there was an entire closet full of clothes and just stuff in general up for grabs and I got a box/bag of nail polish and I swear there are 30+ bottles of just different shades of pink and red. That's it. Thirty shades of Pink and Red! So me, my sister, and my mom all painted our nails ratchet-like by randomly picking a bottle of polish, painting a nail, and repeating. It's pretty interesting, actually.