Definition: something pleasant to the mind or feelings.
Example: The thought was sweet and that was what counted.
August 31st, 792
Lucy couldn't believe what she was seeing as she looked in the mirror. Reaching out a hand, she ran it over the image being reflected back at her, as if trying to make herself believe. Because what she saw was almost an exact copy of her mother, wearing a wedding dress. It was simple, yet elegant and truly defined who and what she was.
Giving a small sigh, as a smile curved her lips, Lucy turned to look at Cancer and Virgo who was standing there, giving her space. Blinking her eyes rapidly to try and keep the tears building there from falling. She looked exactly like she had always imagined she would on this auspicious day. And the fact that her most trusted friends were helping her made it only better.
With another small sigh, Lucy turned back to the mirror and looked herself over again. Seeing the cream-colored silk halter dress, with a pale sky blue Chantilly lace covering the bodice in small swirls, almost reminiscent of flower petals, was offset by the cinched in waist that had small pearl beads decorating it, before flowing out in a full skirt that had a four foot train, with more of the sky blue lace flower petals on it.
Her feet were just barely visible, peeking from under the gown. The shoes that she was wearing were her mothers own from her wedding. Open toed, two-inch cream satin covered wedges. Which complimented the silk perfectly. Her toenails had been done up in a blue similar to the lace on the dress to make it all pull together.
Tilting her head to the side, to get a better view of what Cancer had done with her long blond hair. It was a simplistic style but showcased her long neck and perfect posture. He had only swept half her hair up in a bun, that started as a half ponytail that she commonly used to wear before it was braided and twisted into the bun it's self. While her bangs were left down to frame her heart-shaped face, drawing attention to her eyes. As the rest of it hung straight down her back, in large loose curls. That showed off her small waistline.
Giving a small laugh, Lucy spun around and threw her arms open, inviting her spirits in for a hug. Which they did with a very careful zeal. Right now Lucy could say honestly if asked, that she was truly the happiest person alive. And not just because of what she looked like, but because of a few other things, that had come as a surprise. Releasing Cancer and Virgo from her Embrace, Lucy turned to look at her bridesmaids and Maid of honor.
Each wearing the color that best suits them. Erza in a muted red, that brought out her eyes and hair color, MiraJane and Lisanna in Pale blues and Levy in a darker blue. While Wendy was in a pale sea-green that made her hair stand out as if it was the sky over the ocean. Each dress was strapless, that was a straight A-line with a high princess waistline. Each had their hair done up with bangs framing their faces and a nice tight braided bun to be similar but different from hers.
"Thank you all," Lucy said softly, as she met each of their eyes.
Each gave her a sweet smile before they too came up and hugged her very carefully. Whispering their congratulations to her. Their words only causing the elation that Lucy felt to increase, considering the whole wedding was planned in under two months since the day she had accepted the proposal from Lahar himself. Even if it was originally an arranged marriage by their parents, they had both had the option to refuse it. But in the course of the last year, their random meetings and interactions, they had gotten to know each other very well.
Pulled from her thoughts as a soft knock resounded from her bedroom door. Lucy looked at it with curiosity, until it opened revealing Master Makarov, Her father, and Natsu. The latter had arrived back on the 7th of July, a full three days after the festival her father threw and the last day of the Grand Magic Games. To which he made a spectacular entrance too, just to find out that Fairy Tail hadn't entered into them. Where he was promptly told to go back to his guild.
Two days later, he had shown up at the guild, entering with his normal exuberant kick to the doors. The look on his face had been priceless when he had seen her behind held by drunk and clingy Lahar. Who had somehow gotten dragged into a drinking contest with Cana? And like always his first reaction was to just jump in head first, crying out for Lahar to let Lucy go or fight him. This, of course, caused the guild to come to a complete standstill as they waited.
To her surprise and everyone else, Lahar had turned and looked at Natsu and giggled before squeezing Lucy tighter and telling Natsu that he wouldn't ever let her go. Of course, this only incited Natsu, who immediately coated his fist in fire and launched himself at them. Only to be knocked to the ground, not by Erza or MiraJane, but one Wendy Marvel and Carla, as she told him off. Her hands in his hair pulling it as she vented.
It took a bit, but eventually, Mest had extracted her from Natsu. As Erza helped him up, hugging him tightly against her armored chest. The guild than broke out into a round of laughter at the much missed familiar sight. In due time, it had been explained to Natsu that Lahar and herself were to be wed in a month and a half. The crestfallen look of abandonment on his face had hurt, but he took some time to think about it, the deal everything.
Then giving her a hug, Natsu announced, that if that was what she wanted, then he wouldn't stop her. Her happiness was important to him. But if Lahar ever made her cry or hurt her, there would be no stopping him from beating him into the ground, Fairy Tail Style. Lucy had been unable to help herself, she had cried and hugged Natsu a second time. All the while Happy lamented that he couldn't tease Lucy about liking anyone anymore.
A polite cough brought Lucy once more from her memories, as a light blush dusted her cheeks. Giving a sheepish smile at her father, who held out an arm for her. Lucy stepped forward, already noting that everyone else had left the room, taking it and feeling a slight case of butterflies in her stomach. This was really happening right here and now. With a small smile up at her father, as he led her from the room, the sound of the wedding march starting somewhere down the hall. Only to feel a small tug on her dress from behind as it was picked up by Levy.
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As he stood there, Lahar felt like he had something crawling all over his skin. Making him mentally curse, because it was nothing more than a bad case of nerves. He knew that he should not be feeling this way, as he stood in there at the altar waiting. But for the life of him, he just couldn't get himself under control like he normally was. Taking a deep breath, he glanced around and saw that his father was trying hard not to smile at his obvious discomfort.
Narrowing his indigo orbs, before sniffing and looking elsewhere, he saw that quite a few people had shown up not just from other noble families, but also Hisui and Arcadia in the stead of his uncle, who just couldn't leave his throne unoccupied. Though he did pay for a large part, saying on a card that it was about time he manned up. But also there were almost all the light guilds there, sitting and standing across the lawn of the Heartfilia Konzern.
Blinking as he caught sight of a few in the back, wearing white jackets, Lahar choked on a gasp. Barely able to keep himself in check as he realized that Crime Sorcerer was in attendance. As much as the urge to get them and put them in jail, since a large portion of that group used to be the Oracion Seis. He couldn't refute that they had a right to be here, as they helped out a lot and Jellal was a friend of Lucy. And they had been helping take down and capture a lot of the dark guilds.
Catching the eye of Jellal, Lahar just tilted his head and put on a polite, but very tight smile. Only to receive a soft smile of understanding in return from the man, who ushered them a bit further back away from the main crowd. It was about that time that the wedding march Pachelbel Canon in piano started playing, drew his attention to the double doors that were at the end of the red-carpeted aisle.
The doors swung open to reveal Wendy Marvel, a basket of pale pink and blue rose petals on her arm, that she started to scatter as she walked forward. Next was Erza Scarlet, arm linked with Doranbolt, whom he had chosen as his best man. Her red gown complemented the black tux with a red cummerbund of his perfectly. Next came MiraJane, arm linked with his younger brother. Their clothes again complimenting each other. After she came to Lisanna with Natsu on her arm. The blue of her dress and the pale pink of his cumber-bun contrasting but still at the same time meshing well.
AS they reached the end of the aisle, the Pachelbel canon started over again, everyone standing and turning to face the doors. Lifting his eyes back to the double doors, Lahar felt as if the air was pushed from his lungs at the sight that met his eyes. There was Lucy walking towards him, looking like a princess straight from a Fairy Tail. The dress she wore accentuated her body perfectly as if it was just an accessory on her. While her hair was done up, drawing attention and defining her in an elegant way, that had his stomach bottoming out as he looking into her honey brown eyes. Seeing nothing but happiness and amusement.
Watching her walk down the aisle, on her father's arm, felt as if it took forever. Lahar could honestly say that he wanted her beside him right then. Each step bringing his future wife closer and closer, Lahar just swallowed back his nerves, until he had to step down from the podium to take her hand from her father's. The look Jude shot at him at that moment, actually left him feeling cold. As it dawned on him why men say that a fathers wrath over their daughter is truly a scary thing. It had left him feeling small tremors of fear in the pit of his stomach.
The soft chuckle from Lucy had him looking at her, to see that she had an eyebrow arched at the two of them. Taking that as a sign, Lahar smiled and helped her step up on the podium, only to stop as he got another dark look from her guild master. The man had offered to be the officiate who married them. Which they both agreed would be okay.
A small growl from the woman by him had Lahar pressing his lips into a thin line to keep from laughing. Earning them both a raised eyebrow, before Makarov called everyone to attention and had them sit down. Once he was satisfied that everyone was seated and comfortable, Makarov started his speech
"Today we are gathered here, Family and friends of these two people, Lahar Zieger, and Lucy Heartfillia, to witness them take a pledge that will tie them in one of the oldest and intimate bonds of life, Marriage. I ask now that if any of you do not agree to this, please speak up or hold your peace."
When his last word died off, not a single person spoke up. Which was all the confirmation he had needed before he gave a small cough and smiled? Then with a wink, Makarov continued on with the ceremony.
"If you two are ready, then please repeat after me," Makarov stated, looking at them. "I, Lahar Zieger, take thee Lucy Heartfillia to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully, through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep, so help me god."
Taking a small breath, Lahar did as he was instructed, "I, Lahar Zieger, take thee Lucy Heartfillia to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully, through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep, so help me god."
As soon as he finished it, Lahar felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. As he looked down at Lucy to see her eyes slightly glazed from tears, but she was staring up at him with nothing but love in her gaze. A faint blush on her cheeks and a smile on her lips that only lit he face up like angels.
A soft cough brought them back to reality, before Makarov spoke again, "I, Lucy Heartfillia, take you Lahar Zieger to be my husband, my partner and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep so help me god."
Watching as Lucy drew in a slow breath and let it out. A soft laugh escaping as she too repeated everything, "I, Lucy Heartfillia, take you Lahar Zieger to be my husband, my partner and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever. I will trust you and honor you. I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold, so I give you my life to keep so help me god."
A soft sigh escaping his lips, Lahar couldn't but help but let a large cheesy grin spread across his face. Only to see Lucy blushing a bit darker before they both turned to look at Makarov, who just asked for the rings from Doranbolt. When he got them, Makarov put one into each and held them out to both Lucy and himself. Together they took the rings and then faced each other once more as Makarov spoke again.
"Now unison my children. Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you. For where you go I will go and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your god will be my god. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May the Lord do with me and more if anything but death parts you from me."
Letting a smile that matched Lucy's, as they spoke the last part of their vows together. Once they were finished they took turns placing the rings on the correct finger, before hearing Makarov telling him to kiss his new wife. Without hesitation, Lahar shot his arm out, grabbing Lucy by her waist and bending her backward as he planted a very firm and extremely passionate kiss on her lips. Just as the raucous hollers resounded from the crowd.
Taking his time, enjoying the feel of her lips beneath his, Lahar hummed in delight when she wrapped her arms around his neck, parting her lips in an invitation, that he took without hesitating. A small cough brought them both from the little world that they were creating around themselves. As Lahar felt heat suffusing his face. Breaking the kiss a bit reluctantly, he stood up and righted Lucy. Turning to face the crowd that was now just staring at them.
"Now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Zieger-Heartfilia," Makarov shouted from behind them, only to have everyone stand up and give a hearty round of applause.
Glancing down at his new wife, Lahar felt a sense of pride and completion. She was truly a beautiful woman, who was smart, funny, honest, talented and had a big heart. He knew that in the coming years, that she'd make a most excellent wife, mother, and friend.