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peaceinthestorm · 8 months
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Laurits Tuxen (1853-1927, Danish) ~ The Marriage of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna, Empress of Russia, 26th November 1894, c. 1895-96
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ladyelizabeths · 7 months
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The Wedding of Tyrion Lannister & Sansa Stark
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jacky93sims · 1 year
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Bridal Shower Arch and Cake Functional for The Sims 2
These are 4to2 conversions from Pinkbox Anye, I reduced the polycount, now is medium poly (5k). Both are functional, found in Party section of Buy Mode.
DOWNLOAD ARCH - DOWNLOAD CAKE
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heroscans · 3 months
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Our final Christmas release, please enjoy! ❤️
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koitarou32 · 8 months
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パピサンの日だ!!
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shameless-pug · 4 months
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what would the ineffable husbands wedding ceremony and reception be like?
bonus question
would Gabriel and Beelzebub be invited?
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karihighman · 1 year
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IDK WHATS BETTER THE FACT THAT THE SECRET CIRCLE CAST HAD A MINI REUNION AT BRITT’S WEDDING OR THAT KEVIN ZEGERS’ DAUGHTERS WERE FLOWER GIRLS AT THE WEDDING BYE I AM CLOSED 🖤🤍
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PS: also Kyle and Ryan from Big Sky commented on her wedding post so I’m ����
UPDATE: PHOEBE POSTED SOME PICS OF BRITT AND SHELLEY AND MY SECRET CIRCLE HEART IS BEAMING 🖤 & Britt’s comment too omggggg too nice love it!! 👇
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life-spire · 1 year
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@ Asdrubal luna
See more like this.
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pinkykats-place · 1 year
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SFW BakuDeku ft. their wedding day
AO3 Fanfic Recommendations
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Disclaimers!
Stories linked below are not mine.
All are SFW … still check tags.
Art work by @mewm00n.
Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!
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The Beginning of Forever by SweetSide
Summary: Pro Heroes Kacchan and Deku are getting married and they've taken many measures to ensure that their day is very private and personal.
One Shot | SFW | Pro Hero AU
Epic Love by The_Weeb_General
Summary: “I do, always and forever, I do,” Izuku answered, putting an identical gold wedding band on Katsuki’s finger. The two shared a sweet and short kiss. Their friends and families clapping and cheering. Izuku and Katsuki rest their foreheads against each other. They both knew what the other was thinking. ‘My Epic Love.’— — — It's The Wonder Duo's wedding. Izuku's anxious, Katsuki, and the others in Class A are there to help.
One Shot | Pro Hero AU
Our Biggest Victory Yet by Tziporah7
Summary: I just don't believe there is enough works of these two getting married and wanted to imagine Bakugo trying his best to get through vows without swearing.
Who am I kidding, this was all inspired by the idea of Kirishima getting to be the best man, which is the manliest!
One Shot | Pro Hero AU
Ring the Bells.. Maybe? by Pop_Rocks (v_love)
Summary: “Deku, the ceremony is gonna be just fine! Don’t worry about it so much.”
“So many things could go wrong, Uraraka.”
“Well yeah, you decided to marry Bakugou Katsuki.”
One Shot | Pro Hero AU
build this love (from the ground up) by chaoticheroes
Summary: “It’s the day, bro. How are we feelin’?”
Kirishima places a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. There’s a certain look on his face that Katsuki really doesn’t want to analyze right now.
“I’m fine.” He’s not fine. He’s so far from fine that he can’t tell where the line between “fine” and “I’m about to have a nervous breakdown please take me to a hospital” begins. He’s nervous. He’s shaking, his hands are cold and his throat feels like it’s closing. There are far too many feelings running their courses through his brain right now.
One Shot | Pro Hero AU
Flustered: The Wedding by artindistress
Summary: Katsuki and Izuku are tying the knot, but is Katsuki having second thoughts?
(Don’t worry, his loyal groomsmen are there to kick him into shape)
One Shot | Fem Deku
I will love you for the rest of my life by TheLost
Summary: This is just some Bakugou and Midoriya wedding fluff! These two are dorks and I love them.
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Something Blue by SecretKiwi
Summary: Weddings are a beautiful occasion! Filled with love and cherished memories, as well as the looming stress and intrusive thoughts that one has just before such an important event.
Fears and insecurities rear their ugly heads as the ceremony approaches, and since it’s Katsuki and Izuku’s wedding, yeah— there’s a lot of that.
{One Shot}
First Crush by @silverynight
Summary: “You’ll like our home, Deku.”
Before Mitsuki can correct her son and tell him Izuku is not going to sleep over, little Katsuki turns around, looking very serious and determined before bowing in front of a confused, but amused Inko.
“Thanks. This wasn’t a shitty gift at all,” the blond kid says, pointing at Izuku. “This is maybe even a cool gift. I like him and I’ll keep him.”
One Shot | SFW | Wedding Reception
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cmhcny · 1 year
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RookVil Vampire AU
Wedding
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skyler10fic · 11 months
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To Have and to Hold: Ch. 12 Ceremonial
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Summary: It’s Daisy and Carol’s wedding ceremony time, and they have a whole crew to help them get ready and celebrate their big day! Plus, a special guest shows up for Carol.  
Here is a playlist for these last two chapters, starting with the ceremony (linked there too).
Read on Ao3
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June broke in with warm, sunny relief from a rainy, hectic May. Even Memorial Weekend, usually full of lazy days at a lake or festivals in the nearby city park was crowded with last-minute planning details for Daisy and Carol and their wedding party. But the calendar turned and the planning turned to action. The marriage license had been acquired. The honeymoon bags were packed and ready to go. Deke the deejay had a final, approved playlist. Their mani-pedi day with the bridal party provided a needed respite from the busyness, and the hairstylist and makeup artist Bobbi recommended was kind, professional, and talented during their test run. Daisy had Carol’s gift in the form of a secret thumb drive and small photo album hiding in her suitcase, and Carol had a gift for Daisy hidden in hers as well. Bobbi had sent them back a few photos from their bridal shoot to use on their wedding website and some prints they framed to put on the guest book table, cake table, and gift table.  
They’d been able to have the rehearsal in the empty space the night before their wedding day, but only after the traditional rehearsal dinner since there had been another wedding and set of vendors who needed time to get the place back into pristine condition before it was Carol and Daisy’s turn. The bridal party ate at a nearby restaurant and caravaned over to the park for the ceremony walk-through. Someone asked if they were planning on spending the night apart to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony, but they replied that they had decided it was pragmatically easier not to and they were fine with breaking more traditions and superstitions. In reality, they knew they needed each other to sleep, especially on such an emotionally charged night. The last thing they needed tonight would be to stay apart. In the hustle and bustle of the last month, they had hardly had a moment to themselves that wasn’t about details or needing to rest from all the activity. They’d stayed at the venue late into the night talking with their friends and family, so by the time they did get home and ready for bed, they only had energy for a sleepy goodnight kiss.  
On the day of the ceremony, Bobbi, Hunter, the florist, Delights Catering, and their respective employees arrived early to get the venue ready for the ceremony and reception. Vans full of flowers, decorations, fabric, lighting, food, enough alcohol for a full bar, and a beautiful unity candle set were unloaded and set up where another wedding’s had been the day before. Jemma and Maria met up at the venue to supervise that all was going according to plan before heading to Carol and Daisy’s to pick them up for their hair and makeup appointments. 
Jemma texted Daisy when they left the park and were on their way to get coffee. She asked if Daisy and Carol wanted anything special. 
Daisy would never admit it to Jemma, but it was the sound of the text that finally woke Daisy up enough to stop snoozing her alarm. 
“Hm?” Carol asked, still half-asleep. 
“Jemma wants to know if we want special coffee?” Daisy mumbled, eyes squinting at the brightness of her phone. It took another second, but then her brain caught up. “It’s today!” 
Carol was distracted, cuddling close to Daisy’s soft, warm body. “Mmm and it is a very good today.”
Daisy giggled and kissed Carol’s forehead. “No, I mean, it’s today. It’s our wedding day, babe.” 
Carol opened her eyes and matched Daisy’s smile. She sat up and looked out the window to see the blue sky and sunshine, just as the weather app had predicted. “Yes! How much time do we have?”
“Not much,” Daisy reminded her. “Jemma wants to know our coffee order.” 
“Shit,  just an Americano. I will get breakfast ready if you want to get in the shower first and then we’ll switch.” 
“Sounds like a plan.” They scrambled out of bed to get ready so they could pretend like Jemma’s text hadn’t woken them up by the time their bridesmaids arrived. Daisy stopped Carol just before she walked out of the bedroom. “Hey, fiancee!” 
Carol turned back and knew what was missing. She came back over and pecked a kiss to Daisy’s lips. 
“That’s better,” Daisy affirmed and sent her on her way. “And don’t forget, we shouldn’t wash our hair today. She said it is easier to style when it’s not clean.” 
“Got it!” Carol called, already on her way to the kitchen for a bowl of her usual granola, berries, and yogurt. 
They were miraculously both dressed in button-up shirts (so they didn’t ruin their hair and makeup by taking off a shirt over their heads) by the time Jemma and Maria arrived, but only just. Their dresses, shoes, accessories, the marriage license, and the ring boxes were all ready to go and had been for days, but Daisy kept thinking of travel things they might need on the honeymoon and Carol debated how many water bottles they would need for the day and quizzed Jemma and Maria on emergency kit items (sewing kit with safety pins? Band-aids? Phone charger? Protein bars?). 
“Carol.” Jemma gently took the bride by the arms. “We love you. But I am literally a trauma unit physician. And Maria’s an Air Force flying ace. I promise. We are prepared.” 
Maria called to the bedroom, “Daisy May Coulson, you’ve got 10 seconds!”
“Coming!” she shouted back, mentally running through her checklist with her hands to her head. She gathered the last remaining items for the wedding and zipped the bag for the honeymoon. They would stop by on their way from the reception to the hotel downtown to grab their luggage. 
Maria cleared her throat. “Did you know there is a hot blonde lesbian in your living room who wants to marry you, preferably today?” 
Daisy appeared on cue. “Well, you should have mentioned that earlier.” 
Finally ready, they carried everything they needed for the wedding to the car and headed to the salon. 
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The salon was bustling with activity. Normal customers and the other stylists chatted away until they saw the bridal party grow and so many women around one chair or hanging around. 
“Let’s start with the brides. Daisy, come on up.” The stylist, Carla, gestured to the chair. 
As soon as Daisy sat down, the shop turned its attention to Carla’s customers. 
“Ooo, brides?” asked one older woman. “Who is getting married here?” 
Carol raised her hand and then gestured between herself and Daisy. “We are!”
Jemma spoke up, “We’re the bridesmaids, violinist, and mother of the bride.” She pointed to Maria, Elena, and Melinda. 
Congratulations and questions continued throughout the hair appointment, making the time go faster. 
Carla’s coworker Shanae did the bridesmaids’ hair, then Elena and Melinda, while Daisy and Carol were with Carla. In the end, Daisy’s hair was pulled back in a low bun with a few loose curls framing her face. Carol’s was down in full elegant curls, pulled back to one side by the silver and gold swirl barrette they each had. Daisy’s went above her bun, Jemma’s accented the side of an updo, Elena’s covered the tiny elastic band at the convergence of her half-braided/half-down style, and Maria’s and Melinda’s were pinned to the side.   
The hairspray cloud and shop full of chattering women were in full swing by the time the door opened to reveal Carol’s aunts. 
“I’m here for the wedding,” Aunt Wendy told the receptionist and pointed with her folded aviator sunglasses to the gang around Carla and Shanae’s chairs. Aunt Victoria followed in amusement as Carol turned her attention from discussions of where to clip her hair accessory to see who had walked in. 
“Aunt Wendy!” She jumped up and threw her arms around her. Though they had spent comparatively little time in person together, it just felt right to hug today, especially after others in the shop had asked about the “other” mother of the bride in cautious and diplomatic curiosity.  
Carol introduced Wendy and Victoria to the rest of the shop, feeling by now like she knew the other customers and stylists as friends. Eventually, they returned Carol to her task, and Aunt Wendy leaned in behind Carol to help. Their eyes met in the mirror as Wendy clipped the barrette into place. 
“There,” Wendy said simply. 
“Exactly,” Carol confirmed. Her heart swelled at the motherly placement of Aunt Wendy’s hands on her shoulders and the proud look in those piercing Lawson family eyes in the mirror. On Carol’s mother, they had been calculating, a tool to appear innocent and sincere, but always with an agenda behind them. On Aunt Wendy, they were fae-like, as if she could see right through to Carol’s heart and dare her to courage and hope. On today of all days, especially. 
Shanae styled Victoria’s dark hair and red streaks into loose waves. They rested on her blazer lapels with grace and dignity. Wendy’s wild silver and white short hair, in contrast, was tamed into an orderly style except for one side-swept lock that fell in defiance across her forehead. 
When they were done and moving over to the makeup tables, Daisy poked Carol and pointed in Wendy’s direction. Wendy was back thanking the stylists and conversing with the other customers still, with her hands casually in her pockets, just the way Carol always stood. 
“They say women become their mothers,” Daisy said, “but I think I already know which family member you’ll be like.”
Melinda leaned in. “The mother thing is true for other people though.” 
“Oh yeah?” Daisy asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Know anyone that might apply to?” 
Melinda sent her a silent raised eyebrow. 
“Good,” Daisy confirmed. Melinda’s telling look melted into pride. 
Carol started to comment on how Daisy’s silent looks were a perfect mirror of Melinda’s, but the stylists were set up for makeup time. At tables usually used for manicures sat colorful rows and rows of powders and creams and sticks and brushes for each skin tone and style. And they had plenty to factor in. 
Shanae made the comment, “Y’all look like a whole diversity panel or somethin’. I love it. We get to use a lot of these beautiful shades today.”
Jemma laughed. “We are a bit of a walking professional women’s summit as well. I’m a medical doctor, and we’ve got an Air Force pilot, a cybersecurity expert, a spacecraft engineer, an attorney, and a university track and field coach.”
Victoria added, “And a fuel systems engineer and a CFO. I’ll let you guess which of us is which.” 
“Damn.” Shanae nodded, impressed. “So I’ll call y’all when my daughter has a career day at school.” 
“Anytime,” Maria confirmed. “My daughter, Monica, likes me to come for science week and bring my gear and a remote control drone for them to fly around.” 
Carla and Shanae realized the other stylists and customers had followed them over to the makeup tables and were staying around even after their appointments were done. 
“Hey girls,” Carla proposed, “what if we get out the wine from the breakroom and give these ladies a toast for their wedding day?” 
The other stylists enthusiastically agreed. Once all the makeup was done and hair was confirmed to be holding in place, they poured little clear plastic cups for all in the shop with enough wine for a proper toast. 
“May your love last forever,” Shanae started. 
“And may you always know joy. To Daisy and Carol! Cheers!” Carla finished. The rest repeated the “cheers” and clinked their plastic cups together before they drank. 
Jemma noted it was time to get to the chapel. They paid out and said their goodbyes before piling into a caravan of vehicles. Maria made sure everyone had a ride as Jemma checked that all the drivers had the address, and they were off to the venue.
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Nadia had a quick lunch ready for them, which they ate in a hurry before Bobbi’s call times for various group photos. When they were finished eating, the dresses were up next on the agenda. Bobbi shot a few photos of the bridal gowns hanging side by side in the dressing room built for bridal parties like this. She stayed out of the way as they swapped their street clothes for their formal wear and picked back up her camera again when they were nearly done, getting photos of Melinda zipping up Daisy’s dress and of Wendy zipping up Carol’s. While the older women helped the brides put on their heels, Bobbi also got shots of the others applying their lipstick in the mirror and helping each other put on the finishing touches. 
When they were all ready, they met up with the men. In the other dressing room, Mack, Phil, and Fitz had been donning their suits and dress shoes. 
Mack and Fitz smiled as they saw their wives dressed up, and Elena and Jemma returned their compliments to see their husbands so handsome. The florist’s assistant brought over their flowers, and the wives pinned boutonnieres on their husbands’ lapels before taking their own bouquets from the assistant’s cart. 
Phil, though, teared up seeing his baby girl in her full bridal beauty. Melinda shook her head at his sentimentality but soothed her hand across his back.
“You can’t cry,” Daisy urged, “or you’ll set me off before we even start the ceremony!” 
Phil laughed and took her hands. “I want to hug you, but I’m afraid to mess up your makeup or hair or something. You look so grown up. When did that happen?”
Daisy smiled softly. Their moment was interrupted by Hunter, urging everyone to move out of the lobby and into the chapel before guests started to arrive, and then they would get a few outdoors on the back side of the building near the pond, trees, and flowers. Lian and William May arrived just in time for some family photos, and it tugged at Daisy’s heart that she was so lucky to have them. Carol had no surviving grandparents due to a series of tragedies taking them too young, and Phil’s father had died when he was only nine. Daisy barely remembered Phil’s mother who had passed when Daisy was in kindergarten. Grandma Lian and Grandpa William had become all the more influential and important in their lives as a result, and Daisy knew even as they took these photos that she’d treasure the precious results of Bobbi’s work for the rest of her life. 
“Wait for meeee,” came a small girl’s voice. Monica ran from her dad’s car to her mom’s side. Her fluffy lavender dress bounced in time with her natural tight curls. Maria hugged her and fixed her lavender bow, and Bobbi shot photos of just the two of them and then everyone together, with Monica as part of the wedding party with her little basket that the florist would soon fill with flower petals.
They ended up not spending much time outside since it was a warm afternoon, and they didn’t want to get sweaty before the ceremony, but they had enough to preserve the memories and Bobbi was efficient at managing their time. They returned to their dressing rooms for water, time to freshen up, and a final mirror check. 
Mack knocked on the open door of the women’s dressing room to check in with the brides. 
“How are we doing? All ready?” he asked. 
“So ready,” Carol exhaled and took Daisy’s hand. 
“Yeah,” Daisy said as she looked around at everyone, “I actually think we are. Everyone else?” 
A chorus of agreement rose from behind her. 
“Let’s do this,” Daisy confirmed. She beamed and squeezed Carol’s hand. 
“Do you still want to sign the license as part of the ceremony?” Mack asked. 
“Oh, you’ll need this,” Jemma said as she found the manila envelope with the license in Daisy and Carol’s pile of stuff and handed it to Mack. He opened the envelope and slid out the license to ensure all was in order. Jemma supplied him with three identical navy and gold pens, fitting of a formal ceremony. “We tested them all and they should work, but just in case, it’s always wise to have a backup or two.” 
“Thanks,” Daisy said and turned back to Mack who read the license and looked to Carol.
“Carol Coulson, huh?” he read. “You know, it—”
“Has a ring to it, I know,” Carol finished. “It’s true, but also a good wedding pun.” 
“I was going to say it fits you.” Mack slid the license back in the envelope and put the pens in his inner jacket pocket. “See you ladies at the altar.” 
He looked over their heads to wink at Elena, who was warming up on her violin in the corner. She winked and blew a kiss back. She’d practiced the song with Fitz earlier in the day, so she felt prepared, but it was good to get focused before they got started. She left the dressing room to place her instrument at her place at the front of the chapel, and when she returned, she reported back that the seats were nearly full. Her mother-in-law arrived at the dressing room and handed off Alfie, dressed in his tiny toddler tuxedo. 
“There’s the ring buddy,” Daisy greeted him and tickled his tummy, making him giggle. 
“Ready to go?” Carol asked him and picked up the engraved wooden ring box from where it was waiting on a table with their stuff. “You and your mom are going to take these to the front of the chapel for us, remember?” 
He nodded and extended his hands for the box, which held their wedding bands. 
“Uh,” Elena interjected. “I’ll take those for now.” 
Alfie frowned but didn’t throw a fit. They all knew he’d be plotting to steal the box at the first opportunity.    
“You can hold it when we walk down the aisle,” she promised. 
And he didn’t have to wait long. The entry music from their playlist—“Beautiful in White” covered by a female artist—began over the sound system, and they left the dressing room to line up at the entrance to the chapel in the lobby. All except Aunt Victoria, who snuck in the side door to take her seat inside. She opened her camera app to ensure they had a few photos to post today, since Bobbi’s and Hunter’s would take a while for them to edit and process.
One of Bobbi’s assistants ensured the members of the wedding party were standing in order, had their flowers, and remembered to walk sloooowly, especially emphasizing this to Monica, who was excitedly twirling and having to put the fallen petals back in her basket. It took all of Maria’s patience to get her quiet and still before the assistants opened the chapel doors. 
Meanwhile, Melinda urged her parents to get to the front of the line. They had been having a conversation with Fitz and Phil in the lobby after the photo session and, earlier, greeting guests as they arrived. When they were in place and ready to go, the assistants opened the double doors at once, starting off the traditional pageantry of the wedding ceremony. William, dashing in his suit and boutonniere, walked down the aisle with the always-noble Lian on one arm and Melinda on the other. When they neared the front, Melinda showed them their assigned seats next to spots for herself and Phil.  
Next came little Alfie holding the wood ring box high for the guests to see, closely followed by Elena and Mack. As Mack took his place front and center, Elena showed Alfie to a small pile of soft toys next to his grandmother to keep him entertained and quiet during the ceremony. 
Next came Monica and her flower petals, elegantly distributed down the aisle. The guests smiled at how seriously she took her job, but she took the positive attention as approval and held her head as high as a princess on parade, giving a royal wave when she was finished, and plopped down onto the first row. Maria followed her daughter in loving amusement and took her place to the right. Jemma and Fitz followed, arm in arm, and Jemma mirrored Maria’s position to the left as Fitz took his place at the piano. 
With everyone else in place, the recorded music stopped, and Fitz took a centering breath and gave his fingers a final stretch. The chapel full of guests settled into anticipatory silence. He glanced to the open doorway at the end of the aisle, and Carol and Wendy nodded the go-ahead. He positioned his hands and began to play the wedding march with all its ceremonial pomp and flourishes. All the guests stood on cue and turned to face the back, watching Carol and her aunt walk down the aisle, arm-in-arm. With all eyes in the room on her, Carol gripped her bouquet with sweaty palms and kept her focus on getting to the front without tripping. Mack smiled softly, and it helped calm her racing pulse. At the end of the aisle, Wendy patted Carol’s arm in reassurance as she let go and took her spot standing by Maria. 
While Wendy escorted Carol, Phil whispered to Daisy, “I am so proud of you.”
“I love you,” Daisy whispered back, tears already welling up. 
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered back. He held out his arm and Daisy looped her arm under it and over in proper form. They stood up straighter as they stepped up to the entrance and the crowd’s attention turned their way. It was their turn to go.
Daisy caught the eyes of several long-time friends as she surveyed the crowd. But it only took a few seconds for her to lock on to Carol’s worshipful gaze. Her heart pounded as they drew closer. After what seemed like an eternity, despite the chapel’s small size in reality, they were face to face once more, and Phil stepped off to the side by Jemma.  
“Breathe,” Carol quietly reminded Daisy, and they inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath together. They both seemed to glow with the fairytale bliss of bridal radiance.
When the song ended, Mack gestured to Melinda and Victoria to join their spouses in front of him and the brides. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Carol and Daisy in wedded matrimony. Who stands as witnesses with these brides today?” 
“We do,” the parents, aunts, and bridesmaids said in unison. It was Carol’s turn to tear up at the love surrounding them.
“Do you pledge to support this couple in their newly wedded life, continuing to stand beside them as they enter their marriage, growing in love as friends and family?” 
“We do.” 
“Thank you,” Mack said, signaling to them that the parents and aunts could return to their seats. “Carol and Daisy, you are embarking on a new journey together, but you are not alone. Your love will flourish and endure, rooted in the love of all of these witnesses surrounding you.” 
Mack continued, speaking to the mutuality of partnerships, how they would be each other’s home no matter where they went, and how their marriage would be a beacon of love into the world. He urged them on to virtues like patience and forgiveness, trust and fidelity, gentleness and generosity, and strength and courage. 
Then it was time for their part. 
Mack said, “I believe you have each prepared a statement of commitment to each other?” 
Carol handed her bouquet to Maria and pulled a folded piece of paper out of her dress pocket. 
“My darling, my Daisy.” She had to pause and swallow back the emotion that overtook her as she looked up from the paper into Daisy’s teary, adoring eyes. “An old joke compares marriage to a ball and chain, but you are my freedom. It couldn’t have been anyone else for me but you. You have given me not just yourself but a way for me to be fully myself. I love and pledge myself to every piece of you, all you have been and will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.”
When she was done, she stored her paper in her pocket again. It took everything in her not to kiss Daisy too soon.
Daisy handed her flowers to Jemma and dabbed at her tears carefully with her fingertips. She retrieved her paper from her dress pocket and unfolded it. 
“Ohhh, my Carol,” she began, with voice trembling. She took a breath and started again. “My Carol. I am in awe of you every day. You make me a better person, and it is an honor to be yours forever. You have already loved me beyond my wildest dreams. I love and pledge myself to every version of you—the incredible person you have been and everything you will become. Until my last breath, I have, I do, and I will.” 
Daisy returned her paper to her pocket and took Carol’s hands without any prompting from Mack. They steadied each other emotionally, which they needed to get through the vows. 
Mack cleared his throat softly before beginning and they realized he had gotten teary as well. 
“Repeat after me: I, Carol Jane Danvers,” Mack prompted. 
“I, Carol Jane Danvers,” she repeated.
“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife. ” 
“Take thee, Daisy May Coulson, to be my lawfully wedded wife.”
“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”
“To have and to hold, from this day forward…”
“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”
“For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as we both shall live.”
At Mack’s instruction, Daisy repeated the same vows.
“And may we have the rings?” Mack beckoned to his son, and Daisy and Carol stepped apart. Alfie started to run up but remembered the ring box and turned around, grabbed the box in both tiny hands, and ran to his dad between the brides. Mack leaned down and whispered, “Thank you,” but Alfie grabbed on tight to his dad’s legs until Elena coaxed him back to his seat. The comedic relief was perfectly timed. 
Mack stood up and opened the ring box with the two bands. 
“Daisy, please place the ring on Carol’s finger and repeat after me.” 
Daisy carefully pulled out Carol’s wedding band and took Carol’s left hand. She slid it down to Carol’s engagement ring and kept her fingers there as she repeated the promise.
“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”   
Carol’s hand was steady in Daisy’s, but the rest of her ached to hold her tight. She had to stay focused for a little while longer. 
“Carol,” Mack turned to her and the brides switched hands. “Please place the ring on Daisy’s finger and repeat after me.” 
Carol took Daisy’s wedding band from the box and slid it to wrap around Daisy’s engagement ring. It hadn’t looked incomplete before, but seeing the set together on her finger seemed more complete now. She supposed that was like marriage. They had already been complete as partners and individuals, but now as a married couple, there was another kind of complete-ness to it somehow. Later, she’d think about it as the poetry of physics, but for now, she was supposed to be saying something aloud. 
“I give you this ring as a token of my love, that I will honor and cherish you each day we are given. With this ring, I thee wed.”    
Mack stepped over to the antique polished wood table with their candles, and the brides followed. A thin lavender candle and a thin navy candle stood burning on each side of an unlit thick white candle swirled with silver and gold. Daisy picked up the lavender candle in front of her and Carol followed suit with the navy one. 
Mack explained, “Carol and Daisy have chosen these candles to represent their union. They each bring unique strengths, gifts, and personalities as individuals. Those identities will not be erased by their marriage, but their marriage will help them shine brighter together.” 
He nodded and the brides took that as their cue to light the candle in the middle. They tilted their individual burning candles to the wick of the larger one and it caught flame. Daisy sent Carol a subtle eyebrow raise that said, “Remember not to blow it out.” And Carol gave the tiniest nod back. They set their candles on the table as Fitz and Elena began to play their piano and violin duet of “She Keeps Me Warm” by Mary Lambert.
Carol took in the crowd for the first time. She’d been so focused on Daisy and on getting her lines right that she’d hardly noticed the rest of the full house beyond the wedding party. Friends and colleagues from every season of her life and Daisy’s had come. She remembered being a teenager in her bedroom, hating everything about herself, just knowing that she was unlovable and alone in the world. But here was not only her bride and found family and aunts and goddaughter, but a whole room of loved ones celebrating her marriage to the woman of her dreams. 
One face in particular, though, stopped her heart. He came. Her quiet, intensely introverted brother was sitting in the back near the door. He gave a little wave. 
She tried to subtly wave back and mouthed, “Hi.” A few people noticed and turned around, which sent him staring at the ground for a few seconds until they faced the front again, but she knew from his calm, relaxed posture that he’d stay and wasn’t itching to run out the door.
Aunt Wendy noticed the exchange and winked at Carol when they caught each other’s attention. Wendy would catch him after the ceremony and make sure Carol got a chance to say hello. 
The song ended and Mack laid the marriage license and pens out on the table. 
“Could I have the bridesmaids join us, please, to sign as witnesses?” Mack invited. Maria and Jemma joined the three of them at the table. “With the signing of this paper, the state officially recognizes your marriage, and with this ceremony, your community witnesses and celebrates it.” 
They took turns signing as Fitz started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D on the piano. Out of everyone in the room, only Daisy knew that Carol had been practicing her new signature. Daisy had caught her one day doodling it on a Post-It in her office instead of working and had surprised her with brightly colored pens for them to play with at home, writing their new titles and names over and over in every color like schoolgirls—at first on paper, and then on each other. 
When everyone had signed, they returned to the center of the stage area in front of the aisle. 
Mack smiled as he said in conclusion, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Mrs. and Mrs. Coulson. You may now kiss your bride.” He stepped aside and applauded along with the crowd.
Carol’s hands grabbed Daisy’s hips as Daisy’s hands flew to Carol’s upper arm on the crowd side (that Bobbi was shooting photos from) and Carol’s cheek on the other. Later, Carol marveled that Daisy had had the foresight to not block the view of their kiss from the camera, but Daisy admitted she’d had to think about it strategically to keep from kissing Carol throughout the ceremony. 
In the moment, though, they kissed as long as decorum in front of all their loved ones would allow. Carol started to pull away, but Daisy couldn’t help but extend it a second longer, causing some in the crowd to whoop and laugh. Daisy blushed deep pink as they parted and faced their guests. 
Mack spoke up once more. “The newlywedded couple invites you to join them for dinner and dancing in the reception hall. As you exit, take a left, and go through the double doors. Seating is not assigned at any of the round tables. And yes, there will be cake.”
The crowd chuckled. 
Mack held up a hand in benediction. “As you each leave from this place, may you remember the love you have witnessed here today and the love you have been given in your own lives. May you bring that love with you as you go out into the world. Go in peace.” 
Their playlist resumed through the speakers with “I’d Be Your Wife,” another Mary Lambert song, but this one with a more playful tone. 
The brides practically ran back up the aisle (as best they could in their heels), giggling hand in hand and forgetting to get their bouquets back from their bridesmaids before exiting.  
The rest of the bridal party followed. Back in the dressing room, they had a bit of time to breathe, rest, and refresh as guests made their way over to the reception room. 
Monica hopped over to where Daisy and Carol sat on a floral faux-Victorian couch. “Did you like how I did the flowers?” She mimed tossing them out of her now-empty basket. 
“You were wonderful, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol teased and swooped her into her lap. 
“You did a really good job,” Daisy said sincerely. “Thank you so much.” 
Monica beamed proudly and Daisy booped her little nose. Monica caught her finger and kissed her fingertip. “That’s from me to you.” She placed Daisy’s finger on Daisy’s cheek. 
“Aww,” Daisy and Carol laughed. 
Monica tilted her head, “Auntie Daisy, are you my godmother too now that you married Auntie Carol?”  
Daisy smiled. “If you want me to be.”
“Yes,” Monica said with her finger to her jaw in consideration. “I think that will do nicely.” 
The women all laughed at her precociousness, but it was time to head to the reception. Maria, Monica, Elena, Mack, and Alfie left first. Fitz knocked on the door, and Jemma checked with the brides to see if they needed anything else. Just as she and Fitz left, Melinda, Phil, Wendy, and Victoria showed up with Bobbi not far behind. Bobbi squeezed in past them all and pulled out a bottle of champagne she’d nicked from the bar when they were setting up in the reception hall. 
She passed around plastic champagne flutes and photographed them toasting, chatting, and embracing.
“It was perfect,” Wendy sighed. She turned to Carol. “Steve said he will stay for the dance, and…” 
A knock interrupted them. The man in question peeked through the open doorway. 
“Steve!” Carol put down her champagne, ran to her brother, and threw her arms around him. He froze for a moment and then hugged her back. She realized Phil and Melinda had never met him, at least not formally. She pulled away and made introductions. “And you know Daisy,” she concluded. 
He smiled and the family resemblance was striking. “I remember back when you were the cute girl in her dorm she was afraid to talk to.”
“Oh c’mon,” Carol groaned. 
“Ooo, you had a crush on me,” Daisy teased. 
“We’re literally married!” Carol replied and they all laughed. 
“Hey.” Steve placed a gentle hand on Carol’s shoulder. “I have a question for you.” He tilted his head to the doorway. 
Carol agreed and stepped out, with a glance to Daisy. “I’ll be right back.” 
Daisy and the family drank their champagne and chatted as they waited. 
Out in the hall, Steve had more courage. “I know I haven’t really been there for you.” 
“No, hey, I get it,” Carol interrupted. 
“Just…” Steve closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “Just let me say sorry. I couldn’t stay, not with Dad like that… you know how we were. I had to get out. I thought it was best for everyone. And I didn’t really know, I didn’t want to know, how they would react…” 
“When I came out,” Carol finished, understanding what he meant. She’d had to go through her teen years so alone without him as the buffer between her and her parents, and she’d resented his ability to leave, but now with reflection, she remembered clearer how bad things had been for him at home. He wasn’t just her buffer. He was a more acceptable punching bag. That had been metaphorical for Carol, but now, as an adult, she realized it had been literal for him. He’d hid it and protected her as best he could, but she couldn’t blame him for running at the first opportunity and not looking back. He’d come home for Christmas when he could, but the rest of the year was spent missing him deeply. 
“If I could change anything,” he continued, “I wish I could have taken you with me. I wish we would have known about Aunt Wendy. I could have called more or something, just to make sure you were okay at home with them. When you asked me to invite them here and they cut off contact for real, I guess I woke up.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, the same dark blonde as hers. 
Carol’s heart broke that he couldn’t even bear to call “them” their parents. “Honestly, I would have done the same. I was so jealous, but only because I wanted out too.” 
Steve frowned. “Aren’t there father-daughter dances at weddings? I know I don’t deserve it, but would you want to dance with me instead?” 
He looked away, ashamed to even be asking. 
She reached up to brush his hair back into place from where he’d mussed it with his anxious habit. 
“We already have the first one planned with Aunt Wendy, but there’s a second one where Daisy is going to dance with her grandpa and maybe you and I could dance for that one?” 
He met her eyes again. “I can do that.” 
“See you over there?” Carol asked. She could practically see his body relax at not only her acceptance of his apology but that fewer eyes would be on them for the second family dance song. In some ways, he had changed so much, so mature and direct, but in other ways, he was still the same. 
“See you there,” he promised. He left for the reception and Carol stepped back into the dressing room to tell Daisy and their family members the plan for their dance.
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This is the second to last chapter. Next week will be the reception and send off because this one got so long. Then, up next, a whole new honeymoon fic!
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Live Music
This can be organised by me. Your wedding ceremony is the most important part of your special day. It is a time when you and your partner make a lifelong commitment to each other, and it deserves to be celebrated in a way that is meaningful and memorable. One way to achieve this is by having live music at your wedding ceremony. I have listed some reasons for live music. To highlight the benefits…
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