Disclaimer: Gosh, this is old.
For anyone who challenges themselves by writing pairings they don't like; because that's exactly what I'm doing here.
She wanted to be married in a gazebo, on a hill at night, laden with white flowers and candles that sparkled. She would wear a long white dress, with a train that trailed behind her on the dew-wet grass.
They would have a reception underneath tents of sheer white cloth, with the stars just twinkling through.
And, most importantly, her groom would wear no mask. His eyes would be a dark blue, nearly violet. They would sparkle with laughter when he leaned in to share their first kiss as man and wife.
Starfire smiled, shifted in her sleep, and dreamed.