"Audrey! Hurry the fuck up!" shouted Kristopherson amid the chaos inside of the suite that was occupied by the groomsmen. He was currently taking a lint roller to Travis' suit one last time while everyone else made sure they had everything they needed to to progress.

"I'm tying my fucking shoes!" Audrey barked back. "Can't a bloke tie his fucking shoes?! Go yell at the demons! Tell them to stop making out for three seconds and help!"

"We have our shit together. We're just waiting on you." answered Jim, all the while his arm was still around his own husband.

"Wait, why didn't you deny the making out part?" his beau quietly questioned.

"Shh."

With a sigh, Kristopherson felt like he was finished with his task, only to abruptly spin an incredibly confused Travis around in order to double-check his work. He caught the poor groom before he could lose his footing and planted him firmly in place before speaking again. "Good," he said, "I think we're ready to go. Alright, everyone, lets head out! Wait a minute… One, two, four… Wait, where the fuck is Dan?!"

Although Mister Westley was nearby, he was still not quite where he was supposed to be. Certainly, he was still aware of the situation, but he had done something a bit unusual for himself and strategically used the chaos in the suite in order to slink away with his boyfriend, having one thing that he needed to do quickly before everything began. It was selfish of him, he recognised, but he was convinced that it would be quick enough that it wouldn't make that much of a difference in the long run. He'd apologise to Travis if necessary. Outside of the room and down the hall a little ways, just around the corner, Daniel had led Theodore away by the hand, insisting that it would take only a moment.

"What is it?" questioned the warlock, arching a thick eyebrow despite returning his beau's smile. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah, I wanted to give this to you before the ceremony started." grinned Mister Westley whilst digging in his suit pockets. "Here!"

Pulling out the tie clip, Daniel actually felt a bit nervous about presenting it to the other man, but did so, regardless, holding it up to Theodore's view. "It's a tie bar!" he said. "I saw it while Jim and I were out and thought about you. I hope it's okay."

Theodore's brows were raised as he eyed the object, surprised at the gesture. Reaching out, he took it from his beau's grasp and examined it, finding it perfectly suited to his tastes. "It's nice…" the warlock said. "What's the occasion?"

"I don't need a reason to get you something, do I? I got it because I thought you might like it. I wanted to give it to you away from the others so I didn't upstage the groom any." Daniel laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't have to wear it if you don't want to…"

"I will! I love it!" Theodore enthusiastically declared. He was very earnest in his delivery, causing the other man to blush a little bit. Quickly, the Mister Ravenscroft attached the clip to his tie, hooking the underside through the gap between the buttons on his shirt. It matched his outfit surprisingly well and was very fitting for a warlock. Grabbing onto Mister Westley's shoulders, he leaned his face closer, kissing Daniel on the side of the mouth. "I'll need to get some more ties, won't I? Thanks, Danny."

His smile only widened as Daniel let out a somewhat goofy, nervous, laugh. "You're welcome." he replied, forgetting he had things to do right then. A few passed before his beau had to gently remind him.

"Isn't Kris going to be upset with you if you're gone for too long?"

"Oh, right!" Snapping to attention, the Westley seemed to come alive again and roused to action. "We should go! Before Kris has an aneurysm!"

"Right, right…" Theodore laughed along while following behind him back down the hall. "...What's an aneurysm?"

After reuniting with the others and receiving a brief scolding from Kristopherson—only shortened out of necessity—Daniel rejoined the groomsmen and time had run out. It was time to start moving. Theodore and Logan very quickly made their way downstairs to join the rest of the guests while Travis was joined by his parents before being escorted by his entourage to complete the first item of the itinerary. It was at this point that the groomsmen parted from the groom and the duty of supporting him was predominantly fulfilled by his family for the time being.

In his friend group, Travis was a paragon of calm in most circumstances, whether pressure was involved or not. He was a rock—strong, stable, and unwavering, but now, he felt more like a pebble getting tossed around by a stream. With his parents on either side of him, he was led to a table with a large crowd of the men in his family swarmed around it. All eyes in the room were on him as he was seated and picked up the pen that was presented to him. It was difficult to ignore them and focus on the Rabbi talking to him as his eyes trained on the document in front of him, but somehow, he managed.

It was a beautiful document with elaborate designs decorating the borders, following a botanical motif with many swoops and curls. The text was written in brilliant calligraphy by a careful hand. Not one stroke was out of place or uneven in both Hebrew and the English translation. Ordinarily, he would have preferred for only Hebrew to be present, but he wasn't going to have his bride sign something that she could not read. Although it wasn't a contract that was legally binding, it was binding in spirit, and it wouldn't have been fair.

This marital contract, the ketubah, was not just some decorative memento that would make a nice display in their house. It was a divine vow, stating that they would love, support, honour one another, that he would provide his wife care and protection—although he was somewhat doubtful that she would need the latter from him—and that he would provide for her and not leave her destitute in the event of divorce. Travis was not noble by blood, but noble in heart, and took the matter very seriously, pausing to read the document. He agreed to all of it, internally, but still felt the weight of what it was that he was about to commit to.

It is simply a fact of life that a contract should not be taken lightly. When adding the extra layer of forces beyond mortal comprehension were at play, it was even more so. Travis caught a glimpse of the demons as he unscrewed the cap from his pen. They looked on with eager faces, urging him to sign just like all of the others were. The irony of it was not lost on him, prompting a small chortle. Even demons were encouraging him to side with G-d, perhaps making them the worst excuse for a pair of demons in history.

There were names apart from his own on the document, including his witnesses, who verified the legitimacy of it. There, next to the line where he needed to sign was Patricia's signature. Travis' heart throbbed as the realness of it all crashed over him one last time, but then, his mind felt calm again. His hand moved without him even thinking about it, flowing across the paper like water.

Capping his pen, he set it down on the table again as carefully as he could. It felt as though he had lost feeling in his hands as his heart raced faster and faster, but still, he was committed to this. He raised his handkerchief above his head, signaling to those in the room that he was happy with his choice and ready to move on to the next course of action. A thunder of applause and cheering followed, prompting him to stand. The contract was raised to show to the onlookers as Travis moved away from his seat, linking arms with his parents.

He moved quickly, eager to see things through, but also to hopefully work through this seemingly boundless supply of nervous energy he suddenly possessed. Signing the ketubah was only the beginning. The men in his family sang as they made their way down the hall; their voices loud as they were merry while they leapt and danced with their arms around one another. The energy was infectious, causing his friends to try and match it despite not knowing any of the words. Although he was nervous, Travis was excited. He was elated! The groom was grinning from ear to ear, laughing along with everyone else as he allowed their happiness for him to put him somewhat at ease. Travis was not the sort to get visibly excited about most things, but now, it was practically seeping from his pores.

It had been a week since he had last seen Patricia. For an entire week, they lived separately, only speaking through family and friends. It was a short amount of time, but it felt like ages. She stayed with her family and he stayed at home, in that large house of theirs, feeling lonely despite there being plethora of people ducking in and out on a daily basis. Amazingly, Patricia stuck through it, somehow, despite her conventions only calling for a single day apart. He certainly hoped that time and distance hadn't changed her mind, but right then, he was far more worried about how he was going to react when he finally saw her. He did not know what her dress looked like, nor did he know how her makeup and hair were styled, but he knew that no matter what, it would be brilliant. As the group drew closer, he stilled himself, strengthening his mental fortitude so that he may react with grace and with dignity in front of his bride no matter what.

That plan fell to pieces almost instantaneously upon finally entering the room. Their singing steadily spread, causing those who were already there to start clapping and bouncing along to the beat as well. Patricia's family was there, waiting on them to arrive. In many of their hands were brochures explaining the days events, as most of them were unfamiliar with the ceremony. Some were printed in English while others were in Spanish, since a few members of her family that had flown in from Spain didn't speak the local language. Even fewer understood Hebrew, but they clapped along with Travis' family, sharing in the excitement, save for one or two people. As with most weddings, there were some people who could never be pleased.

At the opposite end of the room was a white chair with a large back, surrounded by Patricia's bridesmaids with her parents on either side. On the left was a dark skinned man with short, black hair in tight curls, thick rimmed glasses, and an impressive beard by the name of Felix Ramirez—A man that Travis had gotten acquainted with over the years and was on good terms with, despite them not exactly seeing eye to eye about the importance of literature. That said, they quite liked one another and got along well, especially when Felix found out Travis' dad was Eugene Sullivan, a famous former professional wrestler. It turned out that he was a fan. That combined with the fact that Travis was a good man from a well off family and understood and participated in boxing, Felix didn't think he could find a man better suited to hand his daughter off to, despite it feeling a bit bittersweet.

On the right of the chair was Felix's wife, Natalia Ramirez—a fair woman with straight brown hair and a sharp look in her eyes. She insisted that she and Patricia be called collectively as "Nat and Pat," much to the embarrassment of her daughter. From the moment she met Travis, she knew that she liked him, although she wasn't sure how or why. He seemed special before then, as Patricia never really acted like a maiden in love before, even when she had dated other people, but when they met it sealed the deal for her. He's a good man from a good family who treats his mother well, knows his sayings, and has a sincere fondness and a sparkle in his eye over her daughter's habit of punching people for fun.

Two of the bridesmaids were Patricia's older sisters, while her younger sister stood nearby as a part of the family. All three of them were vastly different people, especially in comparison to Patricia, but they also liked Travis—well, the older ones did. The youngest, Roberta, who was only fifteen, didn't really have an opinion yet. They stood behind the chair with Patricia's friends, as if framing it, while front and center, in the chair itself, sat Patricia, waiting patiently for Travis to arrive.

The groom was almost afraid to look at her, as he feared his own reaction. She was glowing. Her skin was vibrant with a blush on her cheeks. Her jewelry was minimal. She only wore a silver necklace with a floral motif and matching clip-on earrings. On her head, her veil was pulled back, exposing her face, which he was suddenly thankful for, as he got to see her all at once before the ceremony. Gone was her usual hoodie and athletic shorts, as she now wore something rather rare for her: a dress, but it was more than that. It was a dress she was only meant to wear once, which was a shame, as she was absolutely beautiful in it. It was a mermaid cut with a sweetheart neckline—at least, that was how Kristopherson repeatedly described it to Travis. Only now did it make sense to the groom, now that he saw it. The dress was Kristopherson's wedding gift to them, along with his services, as it was from his mother's bridal line, but none of that occurred to Travis in the moment. All that occurred to him was this was his bride and she looked absolutely beautiful. That's all there was to it.

The poor man's mind had gone blank for a moment as his eyes went wide and his face went completely red. He couldn't even fathom what face he was making, although he would be embarrassed by the thought of it later. Patricia found it cute, though, and giggled at him, tugging at his heartstrings even further. How could she do that to him? He was having a hard time holding himself together and she had the nerve to go and do that? It simply wasn't fair.

The singing continued in the background, but he could no longer hear it, despite its volume. He was released from the grip of his family members and he stepped toward her, seeing nothing else. "Is she the right one?" he vaguely heard his uncle jesting as he hesitated for a moment.

"Yeah." he said back, unable to contain his grin. "She's the right one." He outstretched his arms, unintentionally getting a much closer look at the woman as he gripped the corners of her veil. Another wave of bashfullness suddenly hit him, causing his face to flush bright red as she looked up at him with those bright, beautiful, brown eyes that he loved so much. Swallowing, he held the veil a bit tighter between his fingers before gently pulling the thin cloth over her face. He wanted to say something to her, but the moment he let go, he was dragged back into the crowd and hoisted up as he was carried out of the room again, letting out a strange, surprised, mix between a grunt and a yelp as he clearly wasn't ready to go, yet.

He would have his chance, however, as some of the crowd went ahead of them and filtered into the space where they would be conducting the ceremony, filing into their seats alongside Patricia's guests. Theodore and Logan sat among them, settling down alongside everyone else while Travis tried his best to regain his composure. Things were quieter, with only the sounds of conversations muddling together inside of the room, filling the space left by the tense silence of the wedding party itself. The groomsmen and the bridesmaids were all silent as they anxiously waited to go on. They had their own worries of whether or not they might trip or do something awkward to ruin the ceremony on their way to the front, but Travis had the worst of it. He wobbled somewhat on his feet when he was set down again, but was held steadily by his parents as they hooked their arms in his. A hand on his shoulder made him turn around and look behind him.

"Break a leg." Audrey reassured one last time with a determined nod, but Travis couldn't quite find his words and simply nodded back with a nervous laugh.

The musicians they had hired continued to play and entertain the crowd. It was slower than the singing from before. It was some string arrangement of some classical piece that everyone in the room seemed to know, but couldn't quite remember the name of. Everyone got into position, using it as a cover while everything fell into place. The band concluded the song and left a gap before moving onto the next, checking for a signal from the wedding party to see if they were ready to start. Once everyone in the group agreed that they were good to go, the music picked up again, signaling their entrance. The audience stood and stared intently at the door.

First to walk down the aisle was the rabbi who would be officiating the event, making his way to the chuppah at the other side of the room. The couple would be married underneath this canopy, symbolising the home they would build together, and Travis was the next person to stand underneath it. His parents released him once more, allowing him freedom of movement once again before kissing him on the cheek. He used it to take the prayer shawl offered to him by the rabbi and wrap it around his shoulders. It was fringed with black stripes and went over his suit rather well after his father quickly adjusted it for him. With this, his outfit was completed while his groomsmen followed behind him in pairs, getting into formation beside the chuppah before the bridesmaids did the same after them.

In Britain, it was customary for the groom to not look behind him and see the bride before she was right next to him. It felt unnecessary, since he had seen her already and moreover, Patricia's family was from Spain, so he didn't really know if they observed this tradition or not, but still, he simply could not bear to turn around. He could feel her eyes on his back as she approached, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end in the best way possible. It wasn't that he wasn't excited to see her—far from it—it was simply that he did not trust himself to hold it together if he watched her. Fiddling with his fingertips, he continued to debate with himself whether he should turn around or not, only for a blur of white to appear in his peripheral vision. Travis froze in place, his only movement being to turn his head.

They were there, together, and so close to being officially married. Travis could see through the woman's veil that she was struggling a bit to contain herself either. The transition from hardened boxer to blushing bride was seemless to Patricia, although a bit surprising to those who perhaps did not know her as well as her friends, family, and groom did. One could see how powerful she was physically, as her dress highlighted the musculature of her arms, much to Travis' delight, but she always was weak to these things. Ordinarily, Travis was the one who was casual while she could be a bit demure, but now they were in the same boat.

The two of them turned to face one another, ignoring the camera flashes that occasionally shot off while trying to silently communicate to one another with their eyes. Travis greeted his bride by silently raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes for just a moment, prompting the woman to do the same. Her groom could be talkative while they were alone, but in public, he tended to be more reserved, so she had found herself learning how to read him in small, silly, ways like this. It was blatantly obvious to her that he was about to burst, trying to resist the compulsion to talk to her and quite frankly, she was just about the same, having missed him terribly over the past week. Now that they were together again, it felt like a massive return to normalcy, despite the situation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the rabbi began, holding the microphone to his mouth as he addressed the audience, "We're standing here, under the chuppah to celebrate the union of Travis and Patricia in marriage. The chuppah, it's open on all four sides, symbolising hospitality. Today is not a day about differences. Today, both Travis and Patricia are each inviting one another's family to join them and blend together, united in support for their love. But as much as it is about togetherness, it is also about defining themselves and their own household, hence the chuppah. It symbolises the home that they will build together henceforth. To further commemorate this new bond, and to both separate and unite all at once, the bride will now circle the groom seven times, just as G-d made the world in six days and on the seventh, he rested."

Stepping out of the way, the rabbi gave the couple room to do what they needed to do and to be seen by those who looked on. Awkwardly, the couple stood for just a second before the music started up, urging Patricia into action. Gracefully bending her legs slightly, she lowered herself just enough to lift the bottom of her dress where it puffed out, just enough so she could walk with more ease as she began her short journey.

This was the part where those who had fought valiantly in their efforts not to shed tears, finally lost the battle. Travis' father began to sniffle and wiped one of his eyes, doing his very best not to smear his eyeliner, to no avail. Both of their mothers had gotten teary-eyed long before this, but they came pouring out again within the span of only a few minutes. As they looked on, smiles wide in endearment for the pair, the two Phantomhives on the groom's side stood close with their hands quietly finding each other. Only the most nosy of audience members noticed, but almost everyone's attention was on the bride and groom, save for the few folks who witnessed poor Daniel straining and choking back his tears before finally relenting and using the handkerchief in his pocket while Kristopherson put his hand on his shoulder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you may be seated." spoke the rabbi when the circling came to a close and the song had ended. He had returned before the bride and groom with a cup in his hand. He recited two blessings in Hebrew, before presenting the cup to the groom. Travis drank the wine from the cup before returning it to the rabbi's hand momentarily in order to lift her veil. It took everything in their power not to giggle when they locked eyes again. After taking back the cup, Travis cautiously presented it to Patricia, carefully moving his hand as to not accidentally stain her dress.

"Travis," the officiant continued, moving the glass aside. "Will you have Patricia to be your wife and will you love her faithfully for as long as you both shall live?"

"I will." Travis replied, his voice firm as he stole a glance at his bride.

"Patricia, will you have Travis to be your husband and will you love him faithfully as long as you both shall live?"

"I will." Patricia affirmed, her voice music to Travis' ears after finally being heard by him for the first time in a week.

"Who has the rings?"

There was a pause before Ciel delivered a sharp and swift elbow into Audrey's ribcage. "Oh, I do." the reaper bashfully announced, his face flushed as he urgently dug the rings from his pocket and presented them to the rabbi, who then presented the smaller of the two to Travis.

"Take that." whispered the rabbi before resuming his normal speaking voice. "Patricia, will you hold out your index finger, please?"

The woman did so, prompting her groom to hold it between his index and thumb with one hand and hold the ring at the end with the other. He swallowed as the rabbi held the microphone up to him, prompting him to speak. "Behold, with this ring, you are betrothed to me according to the law of Moses and Israel. I promise to love you, cherish you, and go to all of your boxing matches so long as I live."

A titter of laughter came from the crowd as Travis quietly slid the ring onto his wife's finger, ignoring them as he felt a jolt of electricity spark through his own as he touched it. With that, Patricia was handed the larger ring and switched positions with Travis, taking his finger in her hand.

"I'm not sure that's how that goes." she replied, playfully narrowing her eyes somewhat. "In the name of the Father, take and wear this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness. I promise to love and cherish you, and speak Spanish slowly around you so that you understand what I'm saying."

"Thank you." her husband replied as she slid the ring onto his finger, prompting a slew of applause and cheering from the audience, including the groomsmen and bridesmaids.

Seven members of the audience were called up to recite the seven blessings and the couple drank from the wine glass once more. After one last prayer from Travis, the rabbi gently placed a glass on the ground, wrapped in cloth. Gladly, Travis raised his foot and brought it down swiftly on top of it, shattering it before stretching out his arms to hold and to kiss his wife for the first time.

It was an elating feeling. Now, he felt as though he could understand the Phantomhives somewhat. This was not simply his girlfriend anymore, this was his wife and he was proud to say it. He hugged his family and hers, all the while their hands were still intertwined before disappearing from the festivities for a few minutes before dinner. It was tradition, although it did not stop his friends from making salacious assumptions, mostly for the sole sake of teasing him a bit.

There was eating, drinking, dancing, and merrymaking to be had throughout the evening, all without anyone bursting into flames. The duo had to admit, they were a bit nervous at some points, but all was well. They did join Daniel in avoiding wine that evening, however, as they didn't want to risk any exposure. The happy couple understood and quite frankly couldn't care less. They were married! They were having fun together and with friends and family, and there could be nothing that could bring them down. Both of them felt a bit silly for being nervous, but it didn't matter anymore. They had finally joined the ranks of their married friends.

Pictures were taken. There was cake and a bouquet-toss. Kristopherson got hit upside the head with the bundle of flowers while talking to Travis' cousin, Percy. He looked up, wondering where it came from as the bride and the women at the party were halfway across the room. It seemed Missus Sullivan's arms were much stronger than she thought. This led to the only devilish act committed by a demon that evening, as Jim took the opportunity to whisper the explanation of the tradition into Logan's left ear. One would think that it would take a lot to make an incubus blush brightly, but in actuality, it only took hitting the right buttons. The demon's mischief was put to an end as everyone started heading to the dance floor.

He danced with his own husband while Theodore accidentally stepped on Daniel's feet. Audrey danced with one of the bridesmaids, drawing the women's secret game of figuring out which of Travis' groomsmen was the heterosexual one to a close. All the while, Patricia dance with Travis like they were the only ones in the world.

All was well with the world that night. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but it felt extraordinary, all the same. Two people's worlds had changed, albeit only slightly in the long run. Still, it was an occasion to celebrate and celebrate, they did.


A/N: We love straight people... I'm an ally, okay? I know it's controversial to say, but somebody had to uwu.

I'm so tired... I tried so hard to get this done before going to sleep, okay? So hard... It's six in the morning... I am about to keel over... Oh my god..

I'm pretty sure both the Google and Youtube algorithms think that I am A: Jewish and B: planning a wedding. It's almost a shame I have ad-block, because I'm kinda curious about the ads? I watched SO MANY strangers' weddings... So many... There were lots of differences between them all, but I tried to set it up how I saw was most consistent, and I also tried my best to stick with Ashkenazi traditions, but there are inevitably going to be places where I probably messed up lmao. There were also some parts where I had to be purposefully vague because I just could not find information on it. I did my very best, I promise, although I feel like it's sort of obvious that I started to run out of steam toward the end...

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!