Peter Parker stared at the ancient scroll spread out on the library table, its edges frayed and yellowed with age. The text, written in swirling, indecipherable runes, glowed faintly in the flickering torchlight of the royal library.

"This is a joke, right?" he asked, glancing up at the court seer, Madam Elyra.

The elderly woman shook her head solemnly, her silver hair gleaming under her hood. "I assure you, Your Highness, it is not. The prophecy is clear: you are destined to marry Wade Wilson."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But whyhim?"

"Because," Madam Elyra replied, her tone even, "the union of the royal bloodline with the chosen chaos bringer shall save the realm from its greatest peril."

Peter looked at Wade Wilson, who was standing nearby in mismatched armor, idly juggling apples he'd swiped from a fruit bowl.

"Hey, Petey," Wade said, tossing an apple into the air and catching it with his teeth. "Looks like we're getting hitched. Don't worry, I'll make a beautiful bride."

Peter groaned. "I don't even like him."

Wade grinned. "Yet."

The prophecy had been unearthed only days earlier when the kingdom's scholars were investigating a series of strange occurrences—storms brewing out of nowhere, crops withering in fertile fields, and an ominous darkness creeping along the kingdom's borders.

When the scroll was translated, it revealed an ancient prediction:"When chaos and virtue are bound as one, the land shall be saved, and its future secured."

Madam Elyra had explained that Peter represented virtue as the kingdom's noble prince, while Wade—mercenary, rogue, and renowned mischief-maker—embodied chaos.

The solution was clear, at least to her: they had to marry.

"I don't get it," Peter said, pacing the library. "Why can't I just fight this 'great peril' like I always do? I don't need a—" He glanced at Wade, who was now making faces at his own reflection in a polished suit of armor. "—husband for that."

Madam Elyra gave him a patient smile. "Prophecies work in mysterious ways, Your Highness. The bond between you and Wade is crucial. Together, you will create a balance that the realm desperately needs."

Wade sauntered over, slinging an arm around Peter's shoulders. "You hear that, Spidey? We're the ultimate power couple. Move over, Beyonce and Jay-Z."

Peter shrugged him off, glaring. "This is ridiculous."

"Maybe," Wade said, grinning. "But it's fate. And you can't argue with fate."

If Peter thought the prophecy was the worst part, he was sorely mistaken.

The wedding preparations were a whirlwind of chaos. The palace was decorated in a mix of royal elegance and Wade's unique flair, which included balloon animals, taco-shaped banners, and a suspicious number of glitter cannons.

Peter stood in the grand hall, watching as the decorators struggled to combine regal decor with Wade's absurd requests.

"Why do we need a bouncy castle?" Peter demanded, crossing his arms.

"For the kids!" Wade said, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.

"There are no kids invited," Peter said flatly.

"Fine," Wade replied, grinning. "Forme."

Peter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Despite the madness, the preparations continued. Invitations were sent, a menu was planned (to Peter's dismay, tacos were the main course), and the royal seamstress worked overtime to create attire that suited both the prince and his unorthodox fiancé.

The day of the wedding arrived faster than Peter would've liked. The grand cathedral was packed with nobles, commoners, and more than a few curious onlookers eager to witness the most unusual royal wedding in the kingdom's history.

Peter stood at the altar, dressed in a finely tailored suit of silver and blue. He looked every inch the reluctant but dignified prince.

When Wade entered, the room collectively gasped.

He wore a tuxedo that was... unconventional, to say the least. The jacket was bright red with black lapels, mirroring his usual mercenary colors, and his tie was emblazoned with tiny, cartoonish tacos. His grin was as wide as ever as he sauntered down the aisle, finger-gunning at the audience.

"Looking good, Parker," Wade said as he reached the altar.

Peter glared at him. "Can we just get this over with?"

The officiant, an elderly priest with a bemused expression, cleared his throat and began the ceremony.

When it came time to exchange vows, Peter took a deep breath and spoke first.

"Wade," he said, his voice steady despite the absurdity of the situation, "I don't know how we ended up here, and I'm still not entirely convinced this is necessary. But... if this is what the kingdom needs, then I'll do my best to make it work."

Wade smiled, a flicker of sincerity crossing his face.

Then it was his turn.

"Petey," Wade began, his voice unusually soft, "I know I'm not exactly what you had in mind for a partner. But you're stuck with me now. And I promise, as long as we're together, you'll never be bored. Or hungry. Or sad."

The audience collectivelyaww'd,and Peter felt a faint blush creep up his cheeks.

The priest smiled and raised his hands. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you—"

A loudboominterrupted him as the cathedral doors burst open.

A swirling mass of darkness flooded into the room, its inky tendrils coiling around the walls. The crowd screamed, scrambling for safety as a deep, guttural voice echoed through the cathedral.

"The prophecy cannot be fulfilled!" the darkness roared.

Peter immediately sprang into action, stepping forward with his sword drawn. Wade, ever unpredictable, grabbed one of the decorative candelabras and brandished it like a weapon.

"Guess the honeymoon's gonna have to wait!" Wade yelled, leaping into the fray.

The battle was chaotic but swift. Peter's precision and Wade's unpredictability proved to be a perfect match. Together, they fought back the darkness, their movements in perfect sync.

When the final blow was struck, the cathedral erupted into cheers.

The priest, now covered in soot but unharmed, stepped forward once again.

"Well," he said, coughing lightly. "That was... eventful. Now, where were we?"

He raised his hands, smiling. "I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your spouse."

Wade turned to Peter with a grin. "You heard the man."

Peter hesitated for a split second before sighing. "Fine."

Wade leaned in, but Peter surprised him by grabbing his lapels and pulling him into a kiss. The audience erupted into applause, and Wade looked thoroughly stunned when they pulled apart.

"Wow," Wade said, his grin wider than ever. "If I'd known you were that into me, I'd have proposed sooner."

Peter rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling.

As they walked out of the cathedral, hand in hand, Peter couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace.

The prophecy had brought them together, and while it wasn't what he'd expected—or wanted—he couldn't deny that Wade had a way of making things... interesting.

And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what Peter needed.