This is the free prompt! I had this idea when I went to my aunt's wedding last week.

As always, I don't own SNK or any of its characters!

"Remind me how we ended up at a stranger's wedding." Jean whispered to Armin as everyone took their seats inside the church.

"It's the sister of a friend of the aunt of Connie's cousin…" Armin frowned. "Which would mean it was the sister of a friend of Connie's mom."

"And why are we here?!"

"Because Connie couldn't come and he asked us to come in his place." Jean rubbed his face.

"How did he convince you?" The taller boy asked.

"I owed him a favor." Armin said simply. Jean raised an eyebrow. The blonde turned to him. "Why did you come?"

The brunnete stuttered.

"Please, man!"

"No way."

"My mom will kill me if someone doesn't go in our place."

"Well you should've thought of that sooner!" Jean crossed his arms. Connie looked like was about to give up when a light sparked in his eyes.

"Oh. I guess Armin will have to go alone then." The taller boy's breath caught in his throat. His heartbeat increased. Jean had a small, tiny, completely unexciting, huge, constant, and ever-present crush on the blonde boy.

"Armin's going?!" He almost yelled. Connie smiled, knowing he had Jean where he wanted him.

"Yeah. Well I guess it's fine if you don't go; all of my cousins will go crazy over him." Jean scowled.

"I'll go!"

"Jean?" The brunette was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Ah- I- I owed him a favor too." Armin was going to say something when music began.

"Oh! It's starting." Jean intervened. They both watched as the bride walked down the asile. Armin sighed dreamily. One of the reasons why he also accepted to come was because he loved weddings. He loved the sentiment and the idea behind them, but they were different now. Armin found himself whispering.

"I hope they really mean it," Jean looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "It's just that lately marriage doesn't seem to mean anything to anyone anymore." The blonde paused as he watched the groom take the bride's hand in his. "Marriage means that no matter what problems came up you will fight to solve them because what you have is worth fighting for. If it wasn't then you shouldn't be getting married in the first place." The priest was talking but Jean couldn't hear him; all he heard was Armin. "If I ever get married," the blonde continued. "I would want that person to fight for what we have. Marriage is compromise. Marriage is meaningful. It's a promise to stay by another person's side till death."

Jean didn't understand why his heart was beating so hard inside his chest. He thought about what Armin had just said. He imagined Armin's wedding and for some reason he saw himself as the one being married to him. It really didn't seem like a bad idea at all. Before he realized it he had been fantasizing during the entire ceremony. When the bride and groom kissed, Jean looked at Armin and saw that the blonde's eyes were slightly teary. He felt a pang in his chest; yes marrying Armin didn't sound bad at all.

Armin sighed as he watched people dancing. He was a bit upset that Jean had ditched him a while back. He said he was going to get a drink and he never returned. The blonde really had no desire to dance or speak to anyone but thankfully everyone was too busy getting drunk to pay him any mind. Speaking of drunks...

Jean suddenly appeared. Armin gasped when he saw the condition of the other boy. He could hardily walk straight and his eyes were unfocused. Armin actually stood up and met him halfway.

"Jean! Are you alright?" The brunet blinked before smiling brightly.

"Armin! I was looking for you! I forgot where our table was…" His speech was slurred and Armin couldn't help giggle. The taller boy put an arm around the blonde's shoulders and he let his head fall against Armin's hair. The shorter boy blushed lightly. He was about to guide Jean back to their table when the taller boy spoke.

"Armiiiin! Marry meee!" The blonde's eyes widened before he chuckled.

"Jean you're so drunk. You have no idea what you are saying, do you? Let me take you back to the table." He began to guide him. Jean kept talking.

"That's not true! I've been thinking about it all day!" He forced Armin to stop moving and face him. "I agree with everything you said! About how marriage is compromise and about it being worth fighting for!" Armin's eyes softened. He hadn't expected Jean to actually listen to him; he had mostly just been thinking out loud. The taller boy seemed to have really taken his words to heart. "Pleaaaase!" Jean whined giving Armin big puppy dog eyes.

The blonde looked away for a second, his own heart beating fast, but he realized that Jean would probably not remember any of this the next day. He smiled.

"Alright." Jean blinked in shock. Then the biggest smile Armin had ever seen on his face appeared.

"Really?!" He tightened his hold on the blonde, who nodded with a small laugh.

"Someday I'll marry you." Jean suddenly lifted Armin and spun him around. When he brought him back down he kissed him on the lips and Armin blushed violently. Jean took the smaller boy's hand and began to run around and going to anyone and everyone and yelling "he said yes!"

Armin laughed as Jean dragged him along. He didn't understand why he felt so happy.

Jean woke up the next day with the worst headache he had ever had in his life but also with Armin's voice in the back of his mind: Someday I'll marry you.

Armin served himself some scrambled eggs from the hotel buffet. He hummed as he took a seat on an empty table. Before he could take a bite of his toast, someone took the seat next to him.

"Hey, babe. Seat taken?" Armin sighed because he could tell this guy thought he was a girl. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Actually it is." Armin looked up and smiled at Jean. The guy scowled and left. Before Armin could properly greet the taller boy, Jean ruffled his blonde hair. "What are you doing talking to other guys? Did you forget you're going to marry me?" Armin was glad he hadn't been eating anything because he was sure he would be choking on it right now.

"Wha- you- I-" He stuttered and blushed. Jean smiled fondly and bent down to kiss him.

"I'm going to get some food." He said before walking away. Armin watched him go. His hand lingered over his lips as he tried to calm his heartbeat. He suddenly felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Armin took it out and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey. How was the wedding?" It was Eren. Armin found himself smiling.

"Well, I got engaged."