hey.

this a completely optional, very short, and probably horrible read. personally, i don't really like how it turned out, but maybe you will? i also don't know very much about weddings, and i have no idea why i used freeds pov.

thank you to all my viewers, reviewers, favoriters, and followers who've carried me through this process. i promise my pt.2 epilogue will not be sub par and so ugh.

Freed

The sun shines cheerfully down upon us as I straighten the stiff collar of my suit. The Sakuras are in full bloom, showering the guests with perfect, pale pink petals falling daintily from the sky. The birds chirp and all of that romantic ass crap on Mira's wedding day. And mine, I guess.

I mean, duh, it's Mira's day. Do you understand how many times we had to reschedule this god-forsaken wedding to get the sun's position aligned so that when the light hit the cake, the shadow would be perfect? Clearly not. I couldn't even calculate it perfectly the first time. It was only be chance I got it this time.

Okay, yes, yes, I'm nervous. I turn from the window, and glance back at the mirror.

"Nervous, Freed?" asks the brawny, blonde man from his chair, smiling a bit cockily.

"It'll be your turn soon enough," I retort as his smirk grows wider. I look away from his stormy gaze, and tuck a stray lock of green hair behind my ear.

"I suppose you're right," Laxus deadpans as he slips a hand into his pocket, to grab something.

There is a knock on the door, and he lets his arm hang.

"Freed, hurry your ass up."

"Shut up, Bix, you don't even have your tie tied properly. You know everything has to go exactly right today. You wouldn't want anything to suddenly drop on your head or something as Mira finds out you ruined her day, do you?"

"'Course not," he mutters shakily.

Lucy

Somehow, the ceremony flows perfectly without a single misstep or unprecedented interruption.

"-wish you the best." I'm jerked out of my thoughts as Lissanna smiles at the happy couple and the crowd explodes into applause and wolf whistles.

Ever taps my shoulder and winks saucily at me, tossing her hair.

"Don't worry, Luce, your day will come hella soon."

"Who even says hella anymore," I snort, trying to ignore the red that was probably creeping into my cheeks.

Freed whispers in Mira's ear, and she blushes prettily, as his hand covers her own, grasping the knife and swiftly dividing it down the middle. As he looks up to stare at the surrounding guests, the white-haired woman removes her glove, grabs a single slice of cake and smashes it into his now surprised face.

"What the-" She smushes the rest of into his face.

"I've been looking forward to that all day," she announces, grinning brightly.

"Same," he says, but a stony glare stops his hand from ever reaching another slice, "J.K."

The women crowd around the stage, anxious to catch the bouquet first. I stand offhandedly to the side, staring into space. Who even cares? I sigh to myself, but someone shoves me forward. Something careens through the air, and I trip over my skirt, my arms outstretched. It falls safely into my arms, and I fall safely into his.

"Thanks, Laxus," I whisper, so only he can hear. He smiles softly. "Of course."

"By the way, Luce. I know it's a tad bit unconventional-"

"I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN SOON."

"NOTHING'S EVEN HAPPENED YET, YOU BUFFOON."

"YOU JUST INTERRUPTED THEIR MOMENT. I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT IT'S AT MY OWN WEDDING. LALU IS CANON."

zephy out.