Osmond Blackadder straightened his tie and looked around the room nervously. He was getting married. Today. To his worst enemy/best friend/love of his life Kevin Darling. And he was terribly, terribly tense. In a few short hours he would be out there, with all the people, in This Suit and getting married.
As said, terribly, terribly tense.
His 'best man', though he didn't really want to call him that, but he had to live with that, S. Baldrick, his underling, sat in the corner, watching him pace. And pace he did. Pace Pace Pace.
"What time is it?" He snapped, Baldrick jumped, and looked at his watch.
"It is.... three o'clock." Came the answer, Osmond looked at the clock above the door. It was 11:30.
"Your watch is dead. Again. I don't know why I bother asking, you are as useful in this situation as a con opener to defend me from a bear." With that the pacing began again.
The door opened, and closed. Kevin's 'best man' (Osmond didn't understand why they had agreed to the whole best man thing. Nothing about this wedding was traditional. Except maybe the officiating man. But he doesn't count.) the Ditz himself, George sauntered in with a big, watery smile on his face.
He took one look at Osmond and burst into very large tears. Osmond goggled.
Noone said anything for a very long time.
When George had regained temporary composure he managed to say something about it's time and promptly burst into very large tears.
"Well then get a move on. I'll have time ot kill after this specticle is over." Osmond growled, pushing George out of the room and dragging Baldrick behind him.
They got to where the ceremony would be taking place, outside a small sushi resteraunt in the city, because noone could think of anywhere better for it to be. The officiating gentleman, Anthony Melchett stood with his cue cards, grinning like a deranged troll doll. Kevin was standing in his suit calmly and methodically shredding a napkin someone had let him get his hands on.
"Sorry. Your friend couldn't stop bawling to get anything across. Are we ready?" There was a large group nod and Melchett starting speaking.
In all honesty, neither Kevin nor Osmond really paid attention to what was being said. Care for him forever, never betray him, blah blah blah. We KNOW.
Eventually they exchanged curt and mildly sarcastic vows, much to the amusement of friends and family gathered. And finally, they got to kiss.
And kiss they did. The world faded around them, they understood what their mothers had been saying now, when they had told them stories of their first kiss once married. It was different, somehow, but still familliar and comfy.
After a while the never ending need for oxygen hit, and they broke apart, both smiling like idiots as the group around them cheered (or cried loudly, as the case may be) and Melchett got to say the most beautiful thing Osmond had heard since Kevin had said he'd marry him.
"I now pronounce you Kevin and Osmond Darling-Blackadder."
a/n: I absolutely HAD to write a wedding. I love weddings. And so, they got married. I'm not sure if I did the wedding very well, but I haven't married anything yet. So here to an inexperienced wedding. (raises condiment container filled with gingerale) and to the happy grooms, no?
As said, terribly, terribly tense.
His 'best man', though he didn't really want to call him that, but he had to live with that, S. Baldrick, his underling, sat in the corner, watching him pace. And pace he did. Pace Pace Pace.
"What time is it?" He snapped, Baldrick jumped, and looked at his watch.
"It is.... three o'clock." Came the answer, Osmond looked at the clock above the door. It was 11:30.
"Your watch is dead. Again. I don't know why I bother asking, you are as useful in this situation as a con opener to defend me from a bear." With that the pacing began again.
The door opened, and closed. Kevin's 'best man' (Osmond didn't understand why they had agreed to the whole best man thing. Nothing about this wedding was traditional. Except maybe the officiating man. But he doesn't count.) the Ditz himself, George sauntered in with a big, watery smile on his face.
He took one look at Osmond and burst into very large tears. Osmond goggled.
Noone said anything for a very long time.
When George had regained temporary composure he managed to say something about it's time and promptly burst into very large tears.
"Well then get a move on. I'll have time ot kill after this specticle is over." Osmond growled, pushing George out of the room and dragging Baldrick behind him.
They got to where the ceremony would be taking place, outside a small sushi resteraunt in the city, because noone could think of anywhere better for it to be. The officiating gentleman, Anthony Melchett stood with his cue cards, grinning like a deranged troll doll. Kevin was standing in his suit calmly and methodically shredding a napkin someone had let him get his hands on.
"Sorry. Your friend couldn't stop bawling to get anything across. Are we ready?" There was a large group nod and Melchett starting speaking.
In all honesty, neither Kevin nor Osmond really paid attention to what was being said. Care for him forever, never betray him, blah blah blah. We KNOW.
Eventually they exchanged curt and mildly sarcastic vows, much to the amusement of friends and family gathered. And finally, they got to kiss.
And kiss they did. The world faded around them, they understood what their mothers had been saying now, when they had told them stories of their first kiss once married. It was different, somehow, but still familliar and comfy.
After a while the never ending need for oxygen hit, and they broke apart, both smiling like idiots as the group around them cheered (or cried loudly, as the case may be) and Melchett got to say the most beautiful thing Osmond had heard since Kevin had said he'd marry him.
"I now pronounce you Kevin and Osmond Darling-Blackadder."
a/n: I absolutely HAD to write a wedding. I love weddings. And so, they got married. I'm not sure if I did the wedding very well, but I haven't married anything yet. So here to an inexperienced wedding. (raises condiment container filled with gingerale) and to the happy grooms, no?