Okay, I'm currently trying to catch up on one-shots. My goal is to get the same amount for each boy. Klaus and Elias currently have the most at 12 (the two I've posted, this one and the other one, for Elias bring him up to twelve), so I'm going to try and bring everyone up to Leon to 12 total one-shots. I'm hoping you guys can give me some ideas for the other boys. Please, I need the help. I need 4 more for Luca, 7 more for Yukiya, 7 more for Serge, 7 more for Azusa, 7 more for Joel, 9 more for Vincent, and 12 more for Leon. Please help if you can by submitting any ideas for them or for one of the boys in general! Much appreciated! I'll keep people updated on the numbers. And since school starts in just over a week for me, I'll have more time to work on them, and on my other story, so thank you again!
Pre-Wedding Jitters-Elias
Klaus watched as Elias paced back and forth. And back and forth. And back and forth.
"You'll wear out the soles of your shoes if you keep this up. And then you'll have to go to your own wedding barefoot." Klaus commented.
Elias froze, then made a face, "I hadn't even realized I was pacing again…"
"Calm down. It'll be fine." Klaus chuckled. He always found it far too funny to see his little brother so nervous.
"Easy for you to say! You've only just proposed to Selene." Elias retorted, "Just wait until your own wedding day!"
Klaus couldn't say much to that, seeing as it was true.
"Still. You're pacing is getting annoying."
"You're no help, you realize that, right, Klaus?"
"What are big brother's for?"
"Clearly you don't know."
"Well, you're the littlest brother, so neither would you."
"At it again, you two?" Came a voice. Standing in the doorway, smiling and trying not to laugh, was Selene, in her pretty blue bridesmaid's dress. "Klaus, stop teasing the poor man. It's his wedding day." She walked over to Elias and gave him a hug, then pulled back, keeping her hands on his shoulders and looking up at him. "You know, you were shorter than me at one point." Elias was, in fact, an inch taller than Klaus at 6'2", and Selene was constantly whining about how short she was compared to everyone, being merely 5'6". Sabrina was about an inch taller than her, even, and it wasn't fair, she always said, and even with her four-inch heels she was still shorter than the brothers.
Elias laughed, relaxing a bit, "Not since I was fourteen and you were sixteen, Selene. It's been years since then."
She smiled, "It sure has. And now that you're okay, I'm going to get back to poor Sabrina. I thinks she's darn near ready to pass out from nerves. Seriously, though, both of you will be fine. I've been to more weddings than I can count at this point, and nothing good ever comes from the couple being too nervous. Rest assured, while I am here, nothing will go awry unless I say so." She winked, then went over and quickly pecked her own fiance on the cheek, "Behave." she warned before skipping out the door again.
"How is she skipping? She's in high heels, for crying out loud." Elias wondered, feeling much better. Selene worked as a psychologist and was brilliant at calming and soothing people.
"She's a mystery. Always has been, always will be." Klaus shook his head, but was smiling.
"Well, she's your problem. Have fun with that."
Klaus smirked wickedly, "Oh don't worry, I will. You just worry about your own woman." He stood up and stretched, "Well, we best be going. You don't want your wife to beat you to the altar."
Elias rolled his eyes.
…. …. ….
Elias watched in awe as a gorgeous, veiled woman in white walked slowly down the aisle of the little church, escorted by his father. All remaining nervousness had vanished the moment Elias had laid eyes on her, and was replaced by a feeling of calm completeness and serene peace, along with a sense of absolute right.
As he looked into the soft brown eyes of Sabrina, he smiled as he spoke the two words he'd been mentally vowing since he met her, only now to properly voice them.
"I do."
