This is not beta'd. Sorry in advance for the mistakes.
Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach or any of the characters, just the OCs.
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Ten years later.
"But mom!", the blue-haired teen protested loudly, stomping her foot on the floor. Her blue eyes were angry, her blue brows marred in a scowl as she tucked a stray tuff of her waist-long blue hair aggressively behind her ear. "I promised Gerard I'll go out with him!"
Emily stopped cleaning the dishes in order to turn around and glare at her daughter. She had enough of Emma shit. "Emma, for the last fuc-freaking time, go out with Gerard another time!"
"Yeah, that's right, and then he'll think that I'm some sort of a snob!", Emma shouted.
"You are a snob," the normally silent slate-haired boy muttered sullenly, clearly annoyed by his mother and older sister arguing first thing in the morning.
Emma glared at her little brother, baring her perfectly straight teeth threateningly. "Shut the hell up, Ciel!"
"Emma!", Emily chided, her sharp gaze alternating between her stubborn daughter and her smartass son, "Don't speak to your brother like this and Ciel stop getting involved where you shouldn't!"
Ciel shrugged indifferently and continued reading his newspaper, sipping from his cup of tea casually. Emily shook her head and sighed, giving her full attention back on her overdramatic teenage daughter.
"Emma, it is your brother's and Ichigo's wedding rehearsal," Emily said calmly, "If you are okay with not going, then I have nothing else to tell you."
Emma pouted indecisively but Emily knew she had said the right thing to make the girl understand. "Fine," Emma muttered sulkily in the end and rolled her eyes, "I'll come to the rehearsal."
Emily smiled and wiped her hands on a fluffy towel, walking up to her little girl, hugging her closer. "Great. Now call that boy Gerard and postpone it for another time. If he likes you enough, he won't mind."
"Why are you always right?", Emma mumbled grumpily and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Emily simply chuckled, planting a loving kiss on the girl's forehead.
"Because I'm your mother," she said smugly, chuckling when Emma rolled her eyes and snorted. "Either way, go call that boy and tell him to wait for you."
"Yeah, yeah," Emma said dismissively and escaped her mother's armlock, before making her way to her bedroom.
"Is he cute? I want to see pictures!", Emily yelled after her, an amused mirth escaping her throat at the frustrated "Mom!" she received. Ah, Emma was growing up so fast. Sometimes, Emily felt as if the first time she held her in her arms as a baby was the day before. And the blue-haired girl turned out to be such a sassy teen, snapping witty retorts at nearly everything. It pissed Emily off like no tomorrow but guess who she took it from? Just like her lovely husband reminded her, "It's in the Jaegerjaques genes". Mother and daughter were too similarly strong-willed to avoid nearly everyday arguments. Emma was a good girl though. A great girl. She could sometimes be stubborn and very hot-headed - like her older brother - but under all these layers, Emma was a pure, gentle soul, just like she had been back in the days when she was still a toddler and playing around with Ichigo.
Ichigo… Emily sighed, a gentle smile tilting the corners of her lips upwards. That boy – no, he was a man now – had given her so much happiness. Not only he had saved her whole family from darkness and brought back the smile on Grimmjow's face, he had also helped her overcome her trust issues. Although he pushed her in a rather forceful way and back then it had stressed the hell out of her, Emily didn't think she would have moved on without it.
Ichigo was the reason why she got this once-in-a-lifetime chance to marry the man of her dreams. Even though the orange head still denied it humbly.
Except from an angel, Ichigo was also a great collegue. Yup, her orange-haired future son-in-law had become a neurologist much like herself and she had the greatest pleasure and honor of working with him at the hospital. Ichigo was intelligent and fun, caring about his patients as if they were his family. He really was a protector - just like his name meant, a meaning Emily found out throughout the years.
The highlight of her relationship with Ichigo, though, was meeting the entire Kurosaki family. The Jaeguerjaques came together with the Kurosakis more than once during those ten years, one of them being when the boys had their five year anniversary, the other at Ichigo's graduation. Although Ichigo had nearly vomited at the mere thought, Grimmjow and Emily pressed him hard enough until the orange-haired man cracked under the pleas and invited his family in their gathering-get-together to celebrate the happy moment.
Isshin, Yuzu and Karin Kurosaki. The strangest yet the most adorable family Emily had ever encountered. Isshin was a rather…special man – bat-shit insane was probably closest to the truth, but hey, let's be appropriate. He actually tried to face-kick Ichigo the moment the oranget opened the door but Ichigo quickly dodged the attack, planting his own fist on the man's face.
The entire Jaegerjaques-Kuchiki family had frozen on the spot at the sight of such spectacle. Only Ciel, who had been five back then, busted out laughing like the little sadistic devil that he was.
"America hasn't loosened up your reflexes, my son," had said the man in broken English, holding his bloody nose, "Papa is so proud."
Besides this rather strange side of his, Isshin Kurosaki was one of the smartest and humble men Emily had ever met. The blue-haired woman was astonished to find out that the man was a doctor himself and ran his own little clinic all by himself for the last thirty years, while taking care of three children. Now it made sense where Ichigo took his doctor-genes from, because the looks and character were one hundred percent from the mother - at least according to the pictures and stories Ichigo had shared with her.
As for Ichigo's mother, Masaki...Well, she was an angel, much like her son. Even though Emily didn't know her, she could tell just from the pictures, how much that woman loved her children. That smile on her face, those kind, chocolate brown eyes of hers that were full of affection whenever she looked at toddler-Ichigo or baby-Yuzu and Karin... It made Emily's heart warm and ache at the same time. It was so unfair that a person like her had to die. So unfair. One time, Emily found herself wishing that she could have met that woman, to congratulate her for having such incredible children. They would get along, Emily was sure about it.
Yuzu, Ichigo's little sister was like a copy of Masaki Kurosaki. Although the girl's hair were more auburn compared to the glaring orange the mother had, Yuzu had the same eyes and the same kind smile. No wonder she had taken Masaki's place after the woman had died, taking care of the household at the age of five. Yeah, Yuzu had to be the normal-ish person in the family; she greeted them all properly, her brown eyes filled with wonder and excitement, smiling kindly all the time and Emily could tell that she was genuinely happy to be there. What Emily also noticed was that Yuzu seemed to be very, very attached to her brother; she didn't leave his side the whole night. Well, she did at some point but that was only because she wanted to play with Emma and Ciel.
Last but not least was Karin; she was the silent rebel of the family. The raven-haired girl wasn't rude in any way, however, she kept mostly silent during the whole night, but her black eyes were open and observing her surroundings like a hawk. What actually shocked Emily was that Karin became very quickly friends with Grimmjow. As in, they exchanged numbers - much to Ichigo's disapproval - and talked about football and sports and some unintelligible things about video games nonstop. Yeah. These two definitely had a lot of things in common.
The Jaeguerjaques-Kuchikis were going to meet with the Kurosakis once more now that the boys were getting married. Emily sighed dreamily and walked back to the sink to continue washing the dishes. Her beloved son was actually getting married with the love of his life. Truth to be told, ever since Ichigo had come into his life, Grimmjow had never been happier, even though the blue-haired man was reluctant in admitting it. Although it took him long enough to propose, Emily and Byakuya finally convinced him to do so and of course Ichigo had said yes without even thinking about it.
Ah. They are so in love.
"Mother," a serious, smooth voice snapped her out of her musings, "Could I have some more tea please?"
Emily smiled over her shoulder at her beloved, second, son. "Of course sweetie," she said, "Just wait a little until I finish with the dishes and I'll join you too."
Ciel cracked a smile, warming Emily's heart. "Yes, mother."
Emily couldn't bring her head around how fast her baby-Ciel had grown either. Although in the beginning she had been very stressed out about his existence, when she finally took off the burden from her shoulders and told everyone, including Byakuya, Emily couldn't wait for this little fella to be born. Byakuya couldn't wait either. Scratch that, Byakuya was completely unstoppable; right after Emily told him the big "Yes", he made it his life purpose to prepare the wedding as soon as possible so that he could marry the woman of his dreams - as he himself claimed - as soon as possible and adopt Emma and Grimmjow just like he had always wanted. Although Grimmjow had already turned eighteen, he didn't mind being adopted one bit, yet the one who was completely ecstatic about her new daddy was Emma. It was so heartwarming to watch her call Byakuya "dad" or "daddy" but the best thing was the silly smile on Kuchiki Byakuya's normally stoic face at the sound of these words.
Three months later they got married and six months later Ciel, her second son, was born. Emily had asked Ichigo to come up with a name for the new member of the family and although the man had politely declined, Emily wouldn't take no for an answer. She waited until Ichigo came up to her with the name Ciel. It sounded totally strange and foreign to Emily's ears but when Ichigo explained it to her, she understood. "Ciel is French for sky," the orange-haired man had said hesitantly, "It usually refers to the color of the sky too, which is blue, like your hair and your eyes... Besides, it sorta symbolizes tranquility and freedom... That's why I thought that it's pretty fitting."
That had to be one of the most beautiful things Emily had ever heard in her life. Of course she named her son Ciel afterwards.
At that point, when baby-Ciel was born, Grimmjow moved out of the house, no matter how much his mother had protested, and moved in with Ichigo, which was fine because Byakuya was able to move in with Emily and their two kids. So basically, things had been like that ever since. Ichigo of course found another job as a waiter in a cafe, while Grimmjow worked at a nightclub as a pianist while proceeding with his music studies. Things were easier for them, considering that both of them had earned themselves a scholarship.
Emily was daydreaming about the past while making herself and her son some tea when a pair of arms wrapped around her middle, startling her into jumping and gasping. A pair of familiar, soft lips kissed her temple.
"I am sorry I startled you, love," Byakuya said in her ear and she melted right into his arms.
"It's okay," she said, pouring the steaming liquid in the cups, "I was making tea, do you want some?"
"I would be delighted."
With a final kiss on her temple, her husband let her go and sat down on the kitchen table, next to his son. Ciel immediately stopped reading his newspaper and smiled at his father.
"Good morning father," said the boy, "Did you sleep well?"
Byakuya smiled, petting his son's head affectionately. It was so adorable to see Byakuya practically melting for their little boy. He loved Grimmjow and Emma the same but he certainly had a weak spot on little Ciel. Maybe that was because Ciel was such an exact copy of himself.
It was true; Ciel was a spitting image of his father. Okay, maybe he got his looks, the blue eyes, the cute nose and the devilish smirk from Emily, but in terms of personality he was the same as Byakuya. Calm, collected, and mind-blowingly intelligent, Ciel acted more like an adult than a ten-year old child, if the fact that he read the newspaper on a daily basis was any indication.
Ciel was a gem; classy, royal, charming... That was why he charmed the socks off of the Kuchiki family, when he was only four. The same Kuchiki family who didn't even come to their son's wedding and stopped talking to Byakuya for years and years, after Byakuya practically told them to shut their faces and fuck off because he didn't care about their opinion. Although Emily felt bad about it, Byakuya used to shrug the issue off as if it was nothing. He constantly reminded her that he didn't care about them one bit and he wouldn't give up his own happiness to make them happy, which made sense but Emily still felt bad about it. Because she knew how it felt to be abandoned by your parents, just like her parents had done when they found out about her being pregnant to Grimmjow.
But that was a story in the past, no point in recalling it.
Either way, the point was that the Kuchiki family were warming up to the idea of having a grandson like Ciel. Aw c'mon, who wouldn't?
"It was perfect until your sister woke me up," Byakuya's black eyes turned serious and focused on Emily, who was walking towards the table, "Who is the 'Gerard' she was talking about?"
Emily wanted to laugh so much at Byakuya's expression; it was positively murderous. Jeez, Byakuya was such a dad. "It's her new flirt," Emily said in amusement, pretending not to notice the blood-lusting emotions that suddenly crossed Byakuya's eyes as she placed one steaming cup in front of the two men, before she sat down and sipped from her own. Mah, mah, who would have though that Byakuya would turn out as such a typical overprotective dad?
Byakuya elegantly picked up his mug and took a sip. "Do we know him? His family? His intentions?"
"Byakuya," Emily deadpanned, throwing him a disapproving look. The raven-haired male however frowned further.
"Is it strange to worry about my daughter's associations?"
"No it is not but you worry way too much. You worry to the point of murder."
Byakuya shrugged. "You're being ridiculous."
"Am I?", Emily challenged, quirking one eyebrow. Her husband sighed.
"It's just that I am way too aware of teenage boys' intentions when they are after a girl," he stated. Emily rolled her eyes.
"Byakuya, Emma is a big girl, she can take care of herself."
"But-"
"No buts, the case is closed," she cut him off curtly, turning her attention to her smirking son, "Don't you smirk you little imp."
"Why not?", the boy questioned, "You guys are rather...entertaining."
Emily pinched her son's ear with no heat, pretending to be scolding him. "You call your parents a spectacle, you little smartass?", she said. Ciel chuckled.
"I didn't say that, did I?"
With a snort, Emily let her son's ear go and gently ruffled his head, deciding to change the subject. "Of course not, you never say things like that," she teased, "Now tell me, is there anything interesting in the news?"
Ciel stared at her for a few moments, then shook his head and drank from his new tea. "No, it is the same old, same mould. It is actually frustrating that they do not have a column for any medical news or research."
"I could give you some of my books, if you want to read about medically related articles," Byakuya said softly. Emily frowned at him.
"He is ten."
"So?"
"Mother is right," Ciel interrupted with an amused smile, "It's a little to early to read your books, father. They are bigger than me."
Byakuya and Emily chuckled at the same time, petting their son's head simultaneously. "My little future doctor," she said in pride. Ciel had always seem more prone to everything related to Medicine which made both Emily and Byakuya think they may have another doctor in the family, except them and Ichigo. Emma had said that she would become a vet, with specialization on bears and Grimmjow was, of course, a musician, so Ciel was the only one left to decide.
Ciel however, gave her a small smile, not wanting to confirm his mother's suspicions just yet. "We shall see."
She smiled back. "Do what you love and love what you do, baby. Don't you ever forget that."
"I won't."
Emily's entire life had been pretty much a roller coaster full of surprises. Happy, sad, she had plenty but now that she looked at her family, her chest would swell with joy and she would recall only the good things. She wouldn't ask for something more that what she had and that was because she already had what she always wanted; to love and be loved in return.
The rest was just background noise.
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"Harder! H-Harder Ichigo!", Grimmjow moaned, bracing himself against the shower wall. Ichigo rolled his eyes and complied, ramming his hips into his lover like there was no tomorrow.
Taking a shower together was certainly a bad idea. They had tried to make it happen it to save time but it backfired. Sex always escalated quickly for them; a few chaste kisses, some accidental touching almost always turned into a full blown make out session and resulted much like how they were right now.
"Shit," Ichigo cursed, gripping Grimmjow's hips hard enough to bruise, "Like that?"
"Yesss, that's right," Grimmjow husked sexily, giving an equally sexy grin over his shoulder and all Ichigo's insides stirred angrily. Damn, Grimmjow was like a fucking vixen, his sex voice criminal… He leaned forward, his chest pressed flush against his lover's back while he kissed Grimmjow's neck. The blue-haired man tilted his head backwards to allow Ichigo more access but Ichigo took this as an opportunity to kiss his future husband on the lips. The kiss was sloppy, messy, the angle didn't help at all but it was theirs so it didn't matter.
"I love you," Ichigo muttered breathlessly, his hand traveling down Grimmjow's torso to the hard prize between the blunet's legs. Grimmjow moaned as Ichigo's fingers wrapped around his oversensitive erection and tugged.
"I l-love you too," the other gasped, his breathtaking blue eyes shining with affection.
When Grimmjow looked at him like that, Ichigo's throat clogged up with emotions and he could swear that he could die happily from that.
A few experimental tugs, accompanied with Ichigo's expertly aimed thrusts and Grimmjow was thrown over his edge followed suit by Ichigo, after the massage Grimmjow's insides provided on his over sensitive cock. They were panting, wheezing like old men and they stayed glued to each other for a long while, trying to...re-gather themselves from what had just occurred. Ichigo was the one to move first; he pulled out and quickly cringed at the sight on his seed dribbling out of Grimmjow's ass.
"I'm sorry, I came inside you," he said, earning a snort from the blue-haired man.
"I don't care, silly. Stop apologizing every time."
The blunet was right. Kinda. See, Ichigo had a thing for unprotected sex. Ever heard of hygiene? Yeah, because sex between two dudes wasn't exactly sanitary, the orange-haired man tried to avoid the mess as much as possible. At first, he was very hesitant about, if not against, the idea of not using protection during sex but after a while Grimmjow talked him out of it. There were still times they used condoms but mostly they didn't. However, that didn't stop Ichigo from apologizing every time he released his seed inside his lover.
Looking at the said lover, Ichigo couldn't help but stare a little. Grimmjow was so goddamned beautiful and he got more handsome ever single year. His face was edgier as he had lost some weight, his ears multiply pierced, something that gave him an even more badass and intimidating aura, hair was a little longer than usual, falling over his brow and nape, the blue side burns long and to die for. Incredibly sexy, Ichigo hummed to himself in satisfaction.
And to think that this guy will officially become my husband in a few days...
Grimmjow threw him a strange look before stepping out of the shower. "What?", he questioned.
Ichigo smiled and shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just looking at you."
The blue-haired man smirked smugly and shrugged playfully. "Look as much as you like; it's free."
"Brat," Ichigo chuckled and followed him, accepting the fluffy towel Grimmjow practically threw in his face and wrapping it around his waist before walking out of the bathroom. Grimmjow was such a cocky brat sometimes, and this got worse by the years, mainly because the blunet turned out to be really popular. As in, really really popular.
Grimmjow had become a very successful musician, considering how many orchestras had asked for his participation as the lead violinist, but that was not all; the blunet had also found a job as a music teacher, teaching guitar, piano and violin to teens and adults. Ichigo was so incredibly happy for him, yet, what unnerved him a little though, was the amount of female and male fans the blue-haired man had managed to gain throughout the years. Like that one time, when Grimmjow came back home on valentine's day with a two bags full of chocolates, love notes and presents. Ichigo had been so jealous. So fucking jealous. He never imagined that he would ever feel this jealous. No, his problem wasn't Grimmjow cheating on him; Ichigo trusted the man blindly on that. What he was angry about were the fans. Grimmjow was his damn it, don't fucking flirt with him!
When Grimmjow found out about his feelings - which Ichigo couldn't really hide - he smiled softly and cupped Ichigo's face, connecting their lips briefly. "You're so cute when you're jealous," the little devil murmured, "Be jealous more often."
Needless to say, Ichigo had smacked the brat at the back of his head but he was somehow relieved to hear that. Well, it wasn't proper to be jealous. He should be proud instead. Because not only Grimmjow's talent was limitless but he was also loved and admired by so many people.
Yeah, Ichigo couldn't help but be proud of his fiancé.
Fiancé you say… ah. When Grimmjow proposed to him was the happiest day of his life. After the six years they had been together, Ichigo was contemplating whether to propose to Grimmjow himself but he would chicken out at the last minute. Call him a coward but he wouldn't lose Grimmjow simply because the man didn't have marriage in his life plans.
They were on a romantic trip to Prague when it happened. Right under the big clock in Old Town's Square, at exactly midnight when the bells rang, Grimmjow kneeled down on one knee. "Ichigo Kurosaki," he had said, drop-dead nervousness clearly depicted on his features, "I promise to love you for the rest of my existence. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
It took Ichigo three seconds to realize what was happening, two seconds to start crying like a fucking girl, until he finally nodded with his head and croaked a, "Yes!"
It is unnecessary to say that they didn't leave the bed for the next two days. Thank God the trip lasted about a week and they had time to visit the rest of Prague.
Which brings us back to the present; their wedding was the day after, and today they had their last wedding rehearsal, courtesy of Shinji Hirako. Damn, the man was so persistent it was driving both Ichigo and Grimmjow crazy. Yeah, even after school, Ichigo kept in touch with his blond friend, because why not? Shinji had even met with Grimmjow and everything and as a matter of fact, these two quickly became friends, an event that left Ichigo speechless considering how different they were. Not only that, Grimmjow seemed more able to put up with Shinji's blunt and loud antics compared to anyone else Ichigo knew. But when it came to the wedding... No, not even Grimmjow could stand the blond man.
Speaking of the rehearsal, Ichigo picked up his phone as soon as he got into their bedroom and his eyes immediately widen when he saw the time.
"Fuck! We're late!", he shouted.
Grimmjow just emerged from the bathroom in his boxers, scowling the life out of his eyebrows.
"I knew it that showerin' witchu was a bad idea!", he yelled, hastily putting up his clothes he had left on the chair the night before. Ichigo followed him suit, just as hastily.
"It wasn't me who had the morning wood!", he argued.
Grimmjow stopped dressing up and glared at his fiancé. "What the fuck? I ain't do nothin' until ya went all mister grabby-hands on me!"
"Fuck you!"
"Ya just did! And look where that got us!"
They kept squabbling like children, just like they had been doing all these years they had been together, until they reached the destination. Shinji was waiting for them outside, pacing around like an angry animal, his hands crossed over his chest, his eyebrows tightly knit together and lips pressed to a thin line. As soon as he spotted the still arguing duo, he stomped his way to them and gave them both their well-deserved whack at the back of their heads. "Yer unbelievable! Yer late a whole fuckin' hour!", the blond shouted and quickly grabbed one of their hands, yanking them forcefully into the nicely decorated area where the wedding would take place the following day. However, the couple wasn't in the correct state to appreciate it because they were two busy playing the blame-game.
"It's his fault!", they both yelled simultaneously, pointing at each other, then glared at one another for the accusation.
Once inside Ichigo realized that everyone was there, his family, Grimmjow's family, Renji, Shiro who were chuckling at each other in a very suspicious manner, and Ichigo felt a tinge of guilt in his chest for making them all wait because he was fucking Grimmjow in the shower. But he couldn't say that. No he couldn't. That would be embarrassing.
"Finally found them!", Shinji huffed, then turned around to glare at them, "You fucking idiots, kept us all waiting."
"Sorry," both Grimmjow and Ichigo apologized at the same time, then glared at each other.
"Ichi-nii!", Karin smirked at him teasingly, but the knowing smile on her face gave Ichigo goosebumps, "Was it at least worth our wait? This...whatever, you do were doing?"
They laughed. All of them. All except Grimmjow and Ichigo who blushed from head to toe. "K-Karin!", Ichigo shouted, "What are you saying?!"
Thankfully, Yuzu stepped in, smiling, her hands raised in the air in defense. "Hey now," she soothed, just like the peacemaker she always was, "It matters that they're here now, right?"
"Ichigo my son, why were you so late? What were you two doing?!", Isshin Kurosaki shrieked, thankfully in Japanese, and lunged at Ichigo, only to have Ichigo's foot planted on his face.
"Back the fuck up, old man," Ichigo muttered and walked over his KO-ed dad. He sighed. "Look, we're sorry but we got caught up on something."
"Yeah, we all know by now what that somethin' was," Renji added sarcastically.
Both Ichigo and Grimmjow glared at the stupid redhead. "Shut the hell up, Renji," they hissed simultaneously, earning a smirk and a shrug.
"You're not even married yet and you already look and speak the same way." The bastard yawned. "Boring."
Shiro, who was standing right next to Renji as always, elbowed his boyfriend, his eyes full of malice. "I hope sex isn't all that boring yet."
That's it. "I'll kill you both," Ichigo grunted and rolled the sleeves of his shirt, before he started walking towards the stupidly smirking redhead and his equally stupid lover. And he would have reached his destination had not a strong grip on his elbow halt him.
"Hey, take it easy baby," Grimmjow murmured soothingly in his ear, snaking his arm around the orange-haired man's waist, "We'll kick their asses later."
"No you won't kick anybody's ass today!", Shinji intervened with a scowl, "I don't wanna see any blue or purple on your pretty faces tomorrow unless it is eyeshadow that I applied on you!"
Ichigo glanced at Shinji and scoffed, leaning in his lover's embrace. Brown locked with blue and Ichigo felt the irritation fly away. He smiled. "If you say so."
"Okay, enough's enough!", Emily saved the day once more by clapping her hands, "Let's get started!"
"Thank fuck," Shinji snorted, pushing the soon-to-be-husband-and-husband couple towards the altar, "I don't have all day. I still have to organize the-"
Despite Shinji's numerous complains that reached his ears, Ichigo gave his old boss and now working partner a grateful look. Emily simply smirked and winked saucily but that was enough for him. Thank God, someone had his back in that room. Almost unconsciously, his brown eyes then fell on Emma who was too busy smiling goofily at her cell phone, obviously texting with her new love interest. Gerard, if Ichigo could recall correctly. Of course he knew about. Gerard; he and Emma had grown to be so close, they were practically best friends, sharing every little secret between them, no matter how embarrassing it was.
Ichigo was grateful. Grateful that whoever was up there deemed him worthy to give him such friends and family. Although they were the biggest fucking teases and nut-cases in the world, he wouldn't have them any other way. Just like the members of our family, life is sometimes tricky, playing with us, Ichigo mused as he made his way down to the altar, with Grimmjow by his side. He glanced at his almost husband and smiled. Grimmjow was smiling back, that familiar smile that made Ichigo feel as if he was exactly where he belonged.
But I guess sometimes things end up how they were supposed to end.
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"Do you, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques take Ichigo Kurosaki, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the moments you share, for better or for worse?"
Grimmjow stared at his lover, his insides quivering like jello when he saw Ichigo's eyes filled with affection. "I do," he said. He had never been more sure about something that had ever left his mouth before these two words.
"And do you," continued the priest, "Ichigo Kurosaki take Grimmjow Jaegerjaques as your husband for the rest of your life, to love and cherish all the moments you share, for better or for worse?"
At that moment, Ichigo's face fell and his lips pursed together in a thin line. His brown eyes left Grimmjow's and glanced at the audience.
"I don't know," he said sullenly, "Should I?"
All alarms went off in Grimmjow's head, his blue eyebrows marred together in a fearsome scowl. What the fuck was Ichigo talking about? Was he having second thoughts? At the last thought, Grimmjow felt his heart break in more than one places.
He didn't realize in his mini panic attack neither that Ichigo's statement had earned a few snickers from the audience nor Ichigo smirking teasingly at him. When he did realize it though, his scowl deepened. How dared that fucking asshole play with something so important like that!?
"I'm joking idiot," said the bastard, cupping Grimmjow's face gently, "Of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you to infinity and beyond."
Grimmjow knew he should be mad, he knew he should be punching that asshole Kurosaki in the face but he didn't. He instead took a deep breath and glared at his husband. "Asshole," he mumbled.
Ichigo snickered. "But you love me."
"Unfortunately."
"Now," the priest said in amusement, interrupting them, "With the authority given to me and with the blessings of the LGBT community, I pronounce you husband and...husband. You may kiss each other!"
Their families and friends broke into a loud applause but Grimmjow couldn't hear them anymore. His whole being was being swallowed by those nut-brown eyes filled with tears and one emotion outvoting all; love. Ichigo was already moving closer to him and Grimmjow simply took a step and connected their lips, ignoring the cat calls and whistles from the background.
They pulled apart reluctantly and stared at each other. "I love you," Ichigo said quietly.
Grimmjow smiled. A genuine smile from the bottom of his heart. "I know," he said and brought their foreheads together, cupping the oranget's cheek. "I love you too."
Grimmjow never really believed in fairy tales. He always thought of them as lame and mushy, with these over-glorified, invincible heroes who always saved the world and took the pretty girl in the end. Yeah, the happy ending always bored him out, since no one ever bothered to write about what happened afterwards. Life certainly wasn't as easy as those tales pictured it and Grimmjow knew this first hand, but it was certainly easier if you had someone to share the burden with.
Ichigo had taught him that, remember? Back then when he was still a bratty little shit.
Looking in Ichigo's eyes, Grimmjow wondered if maybe he had finally found the happy ending in his own…romantic tale.
But it didn't matter; he and Ichigo had a long way to go. Harsh, easy, good, bad, Grimmjow didn't know but what he did know was that as long as Ichigo was by his side, his life would always be like one of those silly fairy tales.
After all, Ichigo was his hero, wasn't he?
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Shit, I'm getting emotional... *sniffles* Well, my baby girl, AiryAquarius, wanted to see a wedding, so here's your wedding sweetie. I'm not good at writing weddings so, sorry if it wasn't good enough.
Basically this is the last chapter before the epilogue, sweet babies. So yeah! This story is ending!
Thanks for reading,
Queen.