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senditcolton · 2 years

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could u do 1 with kreider 🙏

absolutely my lovely anon! this was entirely inspired by Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner.

Hand in hand like we planned as the night takes us away.

You came to Las Vegas with Chris to get away from your stress. That was the plan. But it seems like your upcoming wedding wasn’t going to be as easily set aside as you had hoped.

“So, is there anything they can do?” you sigh, running a hand across your forehead as you sit in your hotel room, listening to your wedding planner talk after receiving an urgent 911 text from them.

“We aren’t sure as of yet. I called the boutique where you bought the dress and they don’t have another in stock and we are right now scouring every bridal store in the tri-state in hopes that there is one out there. Hopefully we find one and can get it here and altered in time. I will tell you when we have an update. Best case scenario, we find a replacement and it all works out. Worst case, you may have to go with your second-choice dress, which I will try to prevent with everything I got.”

“Alright,” you breathe again, taking another moment to try and collect yourself. “Thank you for everything Andy.” After a few quick salutations, you hang up and collapse onto the bed, your cell phone carelessly thrown onto the duvet next to you. Without thinking, your arm reaches up to grab one of the pillows near the top and you bring it down to cover your face before releasing a piercing shriek, fueled by all of your frustrations.

“Woah,” you hear the slightly muffled voice of your fiancé and you throw the pillow back to see Chris staring down at you, his suit slightly undone. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” you whine, eyes closing as you sink deeper into the mattress and your misery. Chris doesn’t respond instantly and you hear some moving before you feel his weight land on the bed next to you. You open your eyes and look over to find him laying next to you, his gentle eyes taking you in.

“What happened?”

“There was a pipe burst in my friend’s apartment,” you start to explain, relaying the message that Andy told you mere moments ago. “And the majority of it was in her closet,” you continue and as you speak, your words become more stilted, the emotions and tears that you had held back starting force their way to the forefront. “And that was where I was keeping my wedding dress.”

You see the implications of your words register on Chris’ face and when he looks at you with such empathy, that is when the first tear falls, the truth that you didn’t want to believe falling out of your mouth with it.

“It’s ruined, Chris. My dress is ruined,” you say, instinctively rolling towards him. Chris doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up in his arms, holding you tight and letting you cry, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, Chris comforting you as you catch your breath. He waits until you are ready before speaking again.

“Is there a plan to get this fixed?”

“Well,” you breathe, pulling the solutions that Andy gave you from your memory. “They are trying to find another one of the same dress in any store they can and hopefully get it back to New York in time to get altered. But if they can’t find it, then I might have to pick a different dress.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Chris says, his hand running soothingly up and down your spine. “I know you came out here with me to get away from all this.”

“I just wish this all could stop,” you huff out, the overwhelming frustration hitting you. There is a heavy silence as the two of you lay there before Chris speaks again.

“Do you want to delay the wedding?” Your body shoots up at his words, a jolt of shock running through you.

“What? No. No. I want to get married to you. I can’t wait to get married to you,” you say, adamant and relax when you see Chris’ gentle smile grace his features. You heave a sigh before laying back down in his arms. “I just wish this could be easier.”

Another silence comes, just quiet contemplation over everything until Chris once again startles you with his next words.

“Why don’t we just get married?” You turn to face him again, the puzzlement clear on your face.

“What, you mean like, now? Here in Vegas? Like with the Elvis impersonator and everything?”

“Well, we don’t have to have Elvis unless that’s what you really want,” Chris says, his voice easy.

“Is that what you want?”

“What? Elvis?”

“No,” you laugh, your anxieties lessening with Chris’ sweet and goofy demeanor. “Do you want a Vegas wedding?”

“I want to get married to you. Just as much as you want to get married to me. In any place, any time, any shape or form. I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. And this was just a solution I thought of.”

You smile at him, your incredible amazing fiancé, the man you loved with your whole heart. You close the distance between you and kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

“I would love to have a shotgun Vegas wedding with you,” you laugh when you pull away from him, the smile never leaving your face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Another beaming smile tugs at Chris’ lips before he pulls you into another kiss, and it feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. This wedding would be perfect; a simple easy declaration of your love for each other. And the wedding you had been planning for months…

“Wait,” you say, pulling away from Chris for a moment. “We’re still going to have the other wedding, right?”

“Of course,” Chris says quickly.

“Okay, perfect,” you breathe out in relief, causing a chuckle to fall from Chris.

The planning of this wedding was easier than you ever expected it to be, so much so that you wish every wedding was this easy. But you suppose that was the point. Within hours, the chapel was booked (Elvis impersonator and all), you found a sleek white jumpsuit, and you were standing across from Chris at the end of an aisle, the pews facing the two of you filled with other NHL All-Stars and their wives and girlfriends.

“By the power vested in me, by the rock-n-roll gods and the state of Nevada, pronounce you husband and wife,” your ‘preacher’ announces after you and Chris have exchanged vows. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Chris’ smile widens impossibly as he steps forward, taking you in his arms as he leans in, capturing you in an elated kiss. Your own arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he dips you slightly, the flowers from your bouquet pressing against one of his gameday suits and you can’t stop the smile that comes even as your lips are connected to his when you hear the hoots and hollers from everyone in the chapel.

You two break apart breathlessly, intertwining hands as you make your way down the aisle, your guests throwing the handfuls of fabric rose petals over your heads as you pass. The two of you stop at the end for one last quick kiss before bursting out into the cool Vegas night and hustling into the limo.

You collapse against the seat in breathless excitement as Chris quickly relays the address of your hotel to the driver before joining you.

“We’re married. We’re actually married,” you laugh as Chris takes you in his arms and you recline against his chest.

“Yes, we are,” he responds with his own breathless laughter before grinning down at you. “Mrs. Kreider.”

“Husband.”

“Wife,” he shoots back and the laughter falls from you easily. Chris pauses, just looking down at your smiling face before brushing away the stiff tulle of the chapel given veil away from your face before kissing you again, the pure unfiltered love radiating from him into you. After a moment, you two pull away, still smiling at each other, cuddled together in this newfound love haze.

“So,” Chris begins, “was this wedding everything you could’ve hoped for in a shotgun Vegas wedding?”

“Everything and more,” you reply, your voice light before you switch over to a more serious tone. “Seriously, Chris, this was perfect.”

“Just like you planned it, right?” he gently teases and you let out another small giggle.

“Nah, it was better than anything I could’ve dreamed up. I’m just happy I get to call you mine, officially.”

Chris’ smile softens at your heartfelt words before he lifts your left hand, captured in his, and presses a small kiss onto the stone of your engagement ring. And as the limo drives the two of you through the bustling nightlife of the Las Vegas strip, you knew for certain that this was exactly where you and Chris were meant to be.

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #weddings should be a celebration of love and that's what this is #chris kreider blurb #chris kreider fluff #new york rangers blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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countessofravenclaw · 2 years

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¡Sí! - La Trinidad del Amor: Chapter nine

In life, nothing is sure... but you always count on one thing. True Love, the ones who have it are the luckiest people in the world. Not everyone does... but the people in our story do. They fought through Fire, They fought through an ocean, They fought through the sun and the moon. There are six of them, and they form a trinity, the trinity of true love

Tu sei quello che so dell'amore

“Remind me why we are doing this at your house again?” Matteo asked after the hairstylist swept the last hair from his chin with the blade and he was allowed to move again. No one wanted to rush to the ER on their wedding day with a shaving related accident.

“Because you don’t have a house,” Gastón answered from the chair next to him. Matteo and his groomsmen were all spread out in Nina and Gastón’s living room, getting ready. “All of us would have not fit into your and Luna’s apartment, and this is closer to the mansion. And your dad’s place is full of every relative imaginable. When are you and Luna getting a house or just a proper apartment somewhere?”

Matteo and Luna had lived for over two years in a one-bedroom studio apartment close to the Buenos Aires central. Gastón was right that it was no place to get ready for a wedding since both Luna and Matteo came and went so often in their busy lives, it was not tidy and there definitely was no room. Gastón was right that at some point, especially now as they were getting married, they should probably get a proper place.

But that was gonna be a worry for another day, as today, Matteo was going to focus fully on what was to come. Today he was finally gonna marry the girl of his dreams, Luna Valente.

“Do you have any idea how hectic the housing market is? Oh, actually, you don’t. Your mother is the industry.” Matteo joked as the hairstylist started with his hair. “Everything in due time. Why are we even talking about this?”

“I don’t know, you started it.” Gastón laughed, “I mean, we can talk about something else. Like the responsibilities in the institution of marriage, get you properly spooked. Any advice you’d like to get?”

“I mean, if I wanna get horror stories about getting married, I would not come to you.” Matteo shot back. It was true. Nina and Gastón had been married for one and a half years, and Matteo had not seen people more in love. Domestic life together suited them extremely well, and them and their dog Newton were a happy little family, almost like they had been married all their lives. Matteo had adopted Newton as his first godson and had wanted to have him walk down the aisle, before being told a firm no from both Gastón and Nina because Newton was a six-month-old puppy and no one would wanna deal with that during the wedding.

“Well, I can’t argue with that. These handcuffs are actually pretty nice,” Gastón said gesturing to his wedding ring. “But what I really wanna say is that I am so relieved that we are finally here. You and Luna made it.”

“Don’t speak too soon, there are still three and a half hours until the ceremony,” Simon suddenly appeared behind them. Matteo tried to look annoyed at his jab, but inside he was laughing with them. It was no secret the wedding planning had not gone the smoothest, with his and Luna’s tendency to disagree on things from the menu to the first dance. But everything had been solved in the end, because in the end, Matteo just wanted Luna to be happy.

“Everyone really has nothing good to say today?” Matteo joked, while Simon gave Gastón a fist bump and their rings clicked together.

“Well, sorry, Matteo,” Gastón laughed putting a hand on Matteo’s shoulder. “Have I already mentioned how proud I am of you? And Nina just texted me that Luna has not yet run away, so that is a good sign, and we brought zip ties, so we can tie you to a chair if you try to run away.”

“There is no chance of that happening,” Matteo laughed. “Nothing can stop me from marrying Luna…” Matteo looked down for a moment. “I just wish Mom could be here.”

“I am sure she is watching,” Gastón squeezed Matteo’s shoulder.

Ding! The doorbell suddenly rang and Pedro opened the door to the pizzeria delivery boy. After everyone had gotten their hair done, they got to eating as no one wanted to spill anything on the tuxedos.

“Were off!” As the guys had finished eating, Flor and her fiance Oliver, Gastón’s former roommate, came to downstairs. They had come to the wedding from France, and Gastón and Nina had offered to them that they could stay at their house.

“Il mio cuginetto! Sono così orgoglioso di te! Sei cresciuto così in fretta.” Flor said as she came to hug Matteo while he was putting his shirt on. “Zia Lucia è così orgogliosa di te. Lo so e basta.”

“Thanks Flor.” Matteo hugged her back. “And thanks for coming.”

“In what world would I have not come to your wedding?” Flor scoffed. “Plus, it is a really good opportunity for Oliver to meet the family. But now we need to go, so we can make it to that hotel where the transportation leaves.” Luna and Matteo had set up a room block in a couple of the Buenos Aires’ hotels since a lot of the guests were either coming from Italy or Mexico, that's why it was the easiest to arrange transportation for all the guests to the mansion. “We’ll see you at the ceremony. Oliver, we need to leave!” Flor shouted in English to Oliver who had been chatting with Gastón.

“Well, I think you look pretty ready to get married,” Gastón said after helping Matteo put his grey tuxedo jacket on, and was attaching his butenier. “Okay, everyone bring it in.”

“To Luna and Matteo!” Matteo and all of his groomsmen —wearing grey tuxedos and light purple bowties— huddled together for a camera that Gastón had set on the auto shutter.

“Okay, now my dear gentleman, lets get into the cars and get going to the mansion, so we’ll be there before the full moon hits. Plus the maid of honor will murder me if we are late, so lets go.” Gastón announced.

“Don’t even think about it. I am driving.” Matteo walked over to grab his car keys, but he was stopped by Gastón. “It is your wedding, so you can just sit, look at the view and enjoy the last droplets of your freedom.”

Gastón and Nina lived about thirty minutes away from the Benson mansion where the wedding would be held. Matteo spent the car ride over there recounting his vows in his head. He knew them by heart but he was sure Luna would look stunning and all the words would just magically disappear.

“Nervous?” Gastón asked as they stopped at the red stoplight.

“Wouldn’t everybody in my place?” Matteo said. “But there is no turning back. I love her. Te Amo El. La Amo Tantissimo”

“And you two have fought so hard. Jokes aside, you really deserve to be happy.” Gastón continued. “You fell off the fence and everything for her. Yes, that is going to be in my speech, no you can’t stop me.”

Matteo just laughed as the light turned green. Nothing could bring down his mood now as his future was about to begin.

***

“Luna, stay put.” Ambar grabbed Luna’s arm as the hairstylist installed the last bobby pin into the tight bun on the back of her head. The ceremony hairstyle would need to be structured so it could support her ballet length, so about 120 centimeters long veil that was embroidered with silver crystals. The bun would be opened for the reception as Luna changed dresses.

Luna and all of the bridesmaids had had a huge sleepover at the mansion. They had all camped in Ambar’s old room as it was the biggest one, and Luna’s old room was at the former servants’ quarters so it was a bit small. The clock was soon striking 11 am, and all of her bridesmaids were eating lunch downstairs while Luna had been left into the hairstylist's clutches in Ambar’s room.

“How long do I need to sit here?” Luna whined. “Is Matteo already here?”

“Luna there are still almost four hours until the ceremony. They won’t be here in a while.” Nina entered the room carrying a plate of salad and a cup of tea. “I just got off the phone with Gastón. All the guys are at our house and the hairdressers have just arrived. Here,” she handed Luna the plate and put the cup on the table. “Your mom sent these up for you, and she told me to get Ambar down to eat.”

“Okay, you better not argue with the mother of the bride,” Ambar rolled her eyes, “Can you take over the babysitting?” As Ambar was exiting through the door, her phone rang and from the way she answered it, it was clear that the caller was Simon.

“It is unfair that you get to talk with Gastón and Ambar with Simon, but I can’t talk with Matteo,” Luna complained again as she started to dig into the salad.

“Well they are our husbands,” Nina smiled sympathetically and sat down on the bed. “And you were the one always insistent on the “bride and groom must not see each other before the wedding” rule. So that includes phone calls. Relax, you’ll see Matteo soon enough, now that you are getting married.”

“I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY!” Luna repeated the statement and jumped up from the chair and almost spilled the rest of the salad on herself and her special bridal pajamas.

“Luna, what did Ambar say about not moving?” Nina shook her head, “We told them to secure your hair extra well, but that won’t help if your head is full of salad.”

“I am sorry,” Luna sat back down. “I am just so excited!” Luna had barely gotten any sleep last night as she had been so excited about everything, the party, the cake, her dress, and most of all Matteo.

“Luna will you be able to stay put, or do we need to get the scarves?” Ambar asked as all of Luna’s bridesmaids filed into the room as the make-up artist started on her bridal make-up.

“I don’t think we need to tie her down quite yet.” Nina laughed.

“Okay, I want everyone in a line,” Jazmin exclaimed as everyone was in the room. She would be taking care of the bridal party while also being in it herself. “We are gonna start with the maid of honor, then the chief bridesmaid, and then the rest of the bridesmaids. Everyone, move!”

Soon enough time just flew and Luna was putting on her jewelry after her make-up was finished. For the ceremony, she had a very simple purple eye-look with some hot-pink lipstick. Her look would be totally revamped for the reception, from the make-up, and jewelry to obviously the dress.

“Can someone come and help me with this?” Luna turned to the other people in the room from the vanity after having struggled with the clasp of the necklace. She would be wearing silver and amethyst earrings and a necklace. Jazmin was just finishing with Jim and Yam’s makeup and a couple of the girls, like Nina and Ambar already had their purple full-length dresses with a halter necklines on. All of their hair was in an updo that resembled a flower.

“How much time do we have left?” Luna asked after Nina helped her with the rest of her jewelry.

“Little over an hour. Gastón just texted me that they are just getting into the cars.”

60 minutes, 3600 seconds until she would get to see Matteo. Luna had no idea how she had calculated that number in her head, but it was correct… she could wait that long.

“Okay, Luna, time for you to get dressed.” Ambar said as she walked into the walk-in closet in her room and came back holding Luna’s dress.

The dress had a corset back, so it took good five minutes that the dress was finally on Luna. She had to put her shoes on first since no one was going to find her feet after the dress was on as there was so much skirt.

“Do I look ready to get married?” Luna gave a couple of twirls in the center of the room.

“Well, lets go over the checklist. Nina?” Ambar said.

“Do you have your earrings?” Nina pulled up a list on her phone.

“Yes.”

“Necklace?”

“Check!”

“Make-up and hair is done?”

“Looks like it.”

“Shoes?”

“On my feet.”

“I think we are ready.”

“Wait! I don’t have my veil on!” Luna suddenly realized and started looking all over the room for it.

“Luna, Luna, stop moving,” Nina grabbed her arm before Luna was about to run to Ambar’s walk-in closet to look for the veil. “You’ll rip the dress. It is not lost, it is downstairs because we’ll attach it there. The flowers are there as well.”

“Can we come to see the bride?” Luna turned around and saw her parents standing on the doorway.

“Come on in!” Luna was pretty much jumping on her tiptoes —while wearing heels— until she almost lost her balance.

“Hija, you look so beautiful,” Monica said after hugging Luna. “Our little girl is all grown up.”

“We should go downstairs,” Ambar walked back into the room.

“Shall we?” Miquel offered his arm to Luna and they started descending the stairs of the mansion following all of the bridesmaids. As they were walking down the stairs Luna saw that the guys already were in the hall, but she did not see Matteo anywhere.

“Matteo is already at the garden,” Luna heard Gastón say to Nina as he met his wife at the bottom of the staircase. “Everything ready here?”

“Pretty much,” Nina responded to him, “we just need to grab the flowers.”

“Luna, you look magnificent.” As Luna got down from the stairs Simon approached her. “Are you nervous?”

“Not a single bit,” Luna stood tall. In reality, she had been feeling just a tad bit nervous, but nothing Luna Valente could not handle.

“Keep your head still.” Someone all of a sudden grabbed Luna on the back of her head. She recognized the voice as Jazmin’s and felt something being attached to her hair. She deduced it was probably the veil. “Are we ready?” Ambar came over to Luna handing her a bouquet consisting of purple flowers and white lilies. Luna had wanted to incorporate those specifically for her biological parents.

“Ready.” Luna affirmed and Ambar appeared to give Nina a couple of hand signals.

“Okay girls, go get your bouquets!” Nina raised her voice so everyone could hear.

“And then line up!” Gastón continued from Nina. “I hope everyone knows in what order you are supposed to be standing for the processional.”

In five minutes everyone was lined up with their respective partners in front of Luna and her dad and started filing out of the door. Luna took a deep breath as she stepped out of the door. It was time to become a Mrs.

***

“È così bello rivederti.”

“Grazie mille per essere venuto.”

“Sì, non vedo davvero l'ora.”

Matteo was bombarded by probably every relative he ever had while walking down the aisle. Not that he really minded, it was nice to see lot of them as he had not been able in a while since his dad had dragged him like a suitcase around the world for four years before settling down in Buenos Aires. Matteo, also himself now had a very busy life.

The ceremony was being held in the mansion’s garden and the altar was under the tree where Luna had used to swing as a child. Under the tree, there was a circle arch decked out in purple and green flowers just like the sides of the wooden chairs were.

He walked under the arch and looked at the small table that was going to serve as the altar. On it was a framed picture of him and Luna that had been part of their engagement shoot Gastón and Nina had done for them. Little further under the arch, there was a Mexican-style altar that had a candle in the middle of it. A picture of his mother, Lucia Balsano was on the altar on the left side of the candle, on the right there was a picture of Luna’s biological parents Lili and Bernie Benson.

“Matteo, vieni qui!” A voice shook Matteo away from the trance he had been in for a moment. He turned around and saw that his second cousin Federico Paccini was standing behind the arch with Matteo’s friend Francesca Caviglia. Matteo and Francesca had both tried out for Eurovision for Italy in 2023, but neither of them had gotten picked. They had formed a friendship during the competition and Fran had ended up reconnecting Matteo with his second cousin Federico because they just happened to be friends. Fede also was in the same band as Simon’s cousin if Matteo remembered correctly. The world really was small.

“Welcome. Glad you were able to come for this.”

“We would have not missed for the world,” Francesca said after briefly hugging Matteo. Then she linked arm back with a dark-haired man the had been standing next to her. “I never got a chance to introduce you two. This is my husband Diego Hernandez. You met briefly at the reception after the new year's concert.”

“Yeah, I actually remember you quite well,” Matteo said while shaking Diego’s hand. “I have been following some of your work.” He then turned towards Federico and the blonde he was with, “Fede, has family been bombarding you?”

“They have,” Federico laughed, “I keep needing to explain what I do again. You invited the whole family tree I see.”

“Dad forced me to.” Matteo laughed. “Well, I hope you still have fun.”

“Ludmila knows how to introduce herself so I am all set… outside of like couple great aunts being mad that they did not know that I have gotten married.” Fede laughed and leaned over to Matteo. “I don’t even know their names.”

“Me neither.”

“This garden is really beautiful,” Ludmila, Federico's wife piped up, “but for some reason, I have the strange feeling that I have been to a wedding in here before… oh well. Who knows why.”

“We probably should go find our seats,” Francesca's husband noted.

“It was nice to see you!” Matteo said as the others were turning to walk away. “Enjoy the show. Plus I wanna thank you already for agreeing to perform. Luna has been asking me for a month about what you will be doing. She does not believe me that I don’t know.”

“All we can say is that me and Fede, the OnBeat resident Italians are bringing some nostalgia. You’ll be amazed.” Francesca flashed Matteo a smile walking away.

Matteo stood under the arch and looked through the crowd that already was gathering. He saw all of his grandparents sitting on the first row. His Nonna had come from all the way from Pietrapertosa with all of the other relatives from Matteo’s mother’s side who still lived there.

As he was finishing saying hi to his parents, he saw Monica and Alfredo walking down the aisle towards him.

“Everything is ready,” Monica said to him and the officiant who had just arrived as well. “Time to start.”

Matteo straightened up his posture at those words… he had not really been that nervous before. It was impossible with Gastón cracking jokes all the time.

But right now, as he was waiting for Luna to appear around the corner any second, he was filled with a mix of nerves and adrenaline. Almost like he was about to step on stage for the first concert on his first tour.

The music finally started. This has been one of the things they had kind of argued about as Luna had wanted a Disney Channel song after having a one-week-long obsession with the High School Musical franchise. Matteo would have wanted something more classical, but Luna had made a good point: It was her walking down the aisle at the end of the day.

So a piano arrangement of Start of Something New was played as Matteo saw Delfi and Pedro walking towards the aisle. Next came Jazmin with Nico.

Then came Jim and Yam, both of their arms linked with Ramiro. Matteo tried his hardest not to laugh as the girls basically were dragging Ramiro between them.

Matteo was not sure had the time slowed down or if was it on fast forwards since soon Simon and Ambar had come down the aisle and so had Gastón and Nina… but it also felt like an eternity.

“Good luck,” Gastón nudged him as he took his place behind him on the altar.

Matteo’s eyes were fixated on the end of the altar waiting for Luna to appear. He had his hand clasped together nervously. On his right hand’s ring finger he was wearing a ring that had used to be his dad’s wedding ring. He had passed it down to Matteo once he had gotten remarried and Matteo had wanted to wear that on his wedding day. He was fiddling with a ring quite nervously now.

At that moment he saw Miquel round the corner to the end of the aisle walking, who must have been the most beautiful thing in the whole world, Luna on his arm.

Soon enough the Music had stopped and Luna and Miquel were standing in front of him, and Matteo shook Miquel’s hand.

“Chica Delivery, you still manage to find new ways to blow me off,” Matteo said to her as he joined his hands with her after Miquel had sat down on his seat next to Monica. “You were on time and everything.”

“I guess I have to thank you for showing up as well,” Luna briefly laughed.

“Todos, gracias por venir hoy. Grazie a tutti per essere venuti oggi.” The officiant started speaking. “Today is the day, when Luna and Matteo have decided to join their lives as one…”

The ceremony was performed in Spanish, for Luna’s and most of the guests’ sake, but the officiant often repeated the important lines also in Italian. The officiant was the same that had married Matteo’s father and Sofia over ten years ago.

“...and to affirm their promise to each other, they have written their own vows to each other.” Matteo felt another nudge from Gastón, and was handed his songwriting notebook. He and Simon were similar in that aspect that they had had the same idea of where to write their vows.

“Luna Valente.” Mateo started and took a deep breath. “about ten years ago, you came into my life with a crash. It is fair to say that my life has not been the same since then. I can’t lie, so all I can say that if I look back now, there are some things I would have done differently, things I would change, but one thing I would never change is you. Time travel has not yet been invented so we need to accept the past how it is. And it doesn’t matter, since in the end, it led me to you.

“You have brought into my life so much meaning. With you, it does not matter if the sky is grey or it is raining, since you can bring the sun even to the darkest day. You are the sun to my moon, the one who brings color to my world. You can be absolutely insufferable, and we can argue about almost absolutely everything, but I would not wanna do it with anyone else. You are my inspiration.”

“There are so many words I could use to describe who you are. Colorful, sunny, energetic, clumsy and annoying. But no one could ever dislike you. You have a huge heart and love to give to anyone and everyone. I can’t wait to see you flourish even more and grow old together.”

“I will be there whenever you need me. You don’t fall down on skates that much, anymore, but I will still be there to rescue you. Whether it is from a pool or under a car. And I know you’ll be there to catch me as well. I love you. Ti amo sempre e per sempre.”

Matteo took another breath after he finished and looked at Luna again, who was smiling so sunnily as she could. Matteo saw Nina hand Luna a folded piece of paper. Luna unfolded it and it appeared to be written in colored markers.

“Matteo, Chico Fresa.” Luna started. “Thank you for being here. But in whole honesty, people have been threatening to tie me into a chair the whole day, so I can just guess that you have been threatened too. So we’d be here, whether we like it or not. Anyways…” Luna’s eyes scanned the paper, “Matteo you are the person who saved me from drowning when I was 15 years old. You saved me from being run over by the car when I was 16. You are the person who can make me fly.”

“You have somehow put up with me for almost ten years. You join me in the chaos, or reign me in. I don’t know. I am known to have some crazy dreams, and you have been in so many of them, I would have been a fool if I had not realized that it meant something. I don’t know what I would have done if I had not met you.”

“Our journey has not been easy, there have been twists and turns and probably a couple of u-turns as well. But Hey! Here we are! Today! I would not want anything different. You are a good person. I love how you throw yourself into each project you do, and I love watching you do what you are passionate about. I am your biggest fan, and there will never be any competition. No one dares to even try.”

“I can’t wait to see where we will go from here. I can’t predict the future, but whatever we do, I wanna do it together. Tu sei l'amore della mia vita. Lutteo è più vivo che mai, e ora non morirà mai.”

Matteo smiled as Luna finished the Italian sentence and butchered the pronunciation.

“Can I say I do already?” Luna finished her speech.

“You can, very soon.” Officiant laughed as Gastón handed him the rings.

“So, Matteo Alejandro Balsano. Do you take Luna Sol Valente as your wife?”

“I do,” Matteo said as he stared directly into Luna’s eyes. He only took his eyes off her to take the ring from the officiant and slid it into Luna’s finger.

“Luna Sol Balsano, do you take Matteo Alejandro Balsano as your husband?”

“I do, I do, I do!” Luna was jumping on her tiptoes. She finally stopped to take the ring from the officiant and put on Matteo’s finger. Matteo was afraid for a second that she would drop it, but the ring ended up safely on his finger.

“In that case, it is my great pleasure to pronounce you as husband and wife. Puoi baciare la sposa.”

Even when the officiant had said that Matteo could kiss the bride, it was Luna who did the first move, jumping into Matteo's neck —still wearing heels— to kiss him.

“Well, that must be enough pictures for the rest of our lifetime.” Matteo sighed as they wrapped up the photo-taking session on the Mansion’s stairs. They had taken photos all over the garden, in front of the mansion for the family and wedding party pics, and inside the mansion.

“Don’t tell me chico fresa has grown tired of having his photo taken.” Luna, his wife, teased Matteo as they walked down the stairs. Luna really was his wife… it had not yet fully sunk into Matteo.

“No,” Matteo gave her a cocky smile.

“Well, you look good enough for it,” Luna laughed and pulled on Mateo’s bow tie so it was left all wonky.

“Hey! I spent a while tying that!”

“Sorry, wife’s privileges.” Luna jumped down the stairs, and out of Matteo’s reach and he ran after her. How did she move so fast on these heels? He managed to grab her hand in the middle of the mansion hall and was just about to pull her into a kiss—

“Make way!” All a sudden, the mansion door burst open, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids burst in, Jazmin leading them. “We’ll have to make this in seven and a half minutes!”

Matteo had no time to react as Luna was grabbed by Nina and Ambar and ushered through a side door.

Right, there was this thing called costume change in the schedule, before the party and food.

“You did remember this was going to happen, right?” Gastón asked as he came over to Matteo and threw him a green bow tie and pulled the lavender one off.

“Of course not…”

“Yeah, sure.” Matteo knew Gastón was not convinced, nor should he really since Matteo was lying. Matteo tied the new bowtie, while Gastón pulled his jacked off and attached green suspenders.

As Matteo was finished “changing” after swapping the amethyst cufflinks to emerald ones, the girls came out of the side door. Last one of them was Luna, and Matteo did not even know how she could have become even more beautiful.

Her hair had been opened from the bun and emerald pins had replaced the veil. She was also wearing green glitter heels and other emerald accessories with a much bolder make-up look. The dress she also was wearing was absolutely stunning.

“So can I have my wife back now?” Matteo asked.

“I think that can be allowed.” Nina laughed as she went to take Gastón’s arm.

The wedding party started assembling to a line at the hall for the grand reception entrance. This was the one thing Luna and Matteo had agreed on from the start. They wanted a huge grand wedding reception entrance.

“So ladies a gentleman, it is time to welcome our bridal party!” Jazmin, who would be going out first with Nico had opened the door and they all could hear the DJ starting the song: Life is a Highway by Rascal Flats. They had rehearsed this a thousand times, so everyone knew exactly what they were doing, thankfully.

“Bridesmaid Jazmin Carvajal escorted by groomsman Nicolas Navarro!”

“Bridesmaid Delfina Arias escorted by groomsman Pedro Arias!”

“Bridesmaids Yamila Sances and Jimena Medina, escorted by groomsman Ramiro Ponce!”

“The chief bridesmaid Ambar Alvarez escorted by groomsman Simon Alvarez!”

“The maid of honor Nina Perida and the best man Gastón Perida!”

“And now, let's give a standing ovation to our Bride and Groom.” With those words, Matteo took Luna’s hand and they ran out of the door and to the dance floor that had been set up in the garden. “Mr. Matteo Balsano and Mrs. Luna Valente-Balsano!”

As they got to the dance floor, Matteo twirled Luna around before dipping her in his arms. They danced the rest of the song with the wedding party, and finally finished off with a kiss.

Then it was time to eat. The menu had been another thing Matteo and Luna had fought over, but in the end, they had been able to compromise, after some very wise advice from Monica, and just serve both Italian and Mexican food.

“Hello everyone.” As the dinner had progressed to the dessert course, Nina stood up from the wedding party table holding a microphone. “My name is Nina Perida, and I am the maid of honor today. Luna has been my best friend since we have been 16.”

“First memory I have of Luna and Matteo is from our first day of sophomore year at Blake South College. This will sound really similar to the speech Luna gave at my wedding, but it happened to be that same moment. Honestly, we had no idea how intertwined our destinies really were. So, back on track: on that day, Luna blatantly denied ever liking Matteo. Later she said that she was from the moon and he was from Mars that's why it would never work. Well, Mars also has moons.”

“It is no secret that the road to this day had not been the smoothest. There have been a lot of twists and turns, ups and down, as you can imagine for two strong-willed hotheads. One time Matteo got mad at Luna after she allegedly cooked pasta wrong and another time they managed to fight over did pineapple go on the pizza or not. Matteo as an Italian surely had some views on that.”

“Luna and Matteo’s love story can be definitely called a story. In stories, happily ever after is not as straightforward as it may seem. There had been bad moments, like in 2017 which we will refrain from getting into any more detail, but there also have been a lot of good moments. Matteo has written more songs for Luna than you can count. He has continuously gone above and beyond for her. He has saved her life. Luna has had dreams about Matteo since she has been 15-years-old. No matter what happened, the universe has always wanted them together. Maybe that is why Luna fell into the pool at Cancun in 2016.”

“Matteo, eight years ago, we did not know each other well, but now you are one of my best friends. You were a brother to me, when I needed one. I know how important you are to my best friend and to my husband, and I have seen firsthand how you go above and beyond for the ones you love. You are also an incredible partner to work with when it comes to writing, and I want to thank you for even giving me one opportunity to write with you. There is no one else who would be more perfect for Luna than you. You understand her chaos in a way almost no one else can”

“Luna, I don’t know what I would have done if you had not shown up at the lockers of Jam & Roller those years ago. You have played such a part of who I am today. You have encouraged me, and saw the person I was trying to hide for years, and gave her a chance. I would not be here without you. I don’t know where I would be, but definitely not here. You are my sister, and I have been honored to have been allowed to be part of your life, and I hope we get to see our children grow up together as best friends.”

“I am a wife of an engineer so you can blame him of this one, but Albert Einstein once said that “gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love”. There is no scientific explanation for why we fall in love. Love is choosing to share your life with another person and a promise to work hard. Luna and Matteo, you have fought through stone to be here.”

“No love story is easy, but we should not measure any love by the hardships we face, but instead by how we overcome them. Like James A. Baldwin said: “Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up”. When you are in love, you don’t always think straight, but as long as you feel with your heart. Sometimes love can be so strong, that you love each other more than you could ever do anything wrong. And I know you see it in each other. So lets all raise our glasses for our Bride and Groom today. To Luna and Matteo!”

“To Luna and Matteo!” all the guests raised their glasses and Nina sat back down to the table, handing Gastón the microphone.

Gastón stood up from the table as the service staff was bringing out the second dessert course.

“Good evening! I hope everyone has been having an amazing evening this far. My name is Gastón Perida, and I am the best man for today which means that my main job, outside of keeping the groom from running away, is to try to follow up that beautiful speech given by the maid of honor. And in case someone was wondering, yes, she is my wife, we don’t just have the same last name just by coincidence. Stranger things have happened, though. So you can just try to figure out by yourselves who got together first… for the record it was us.” Gastón grinned, and turned towards Luna and Matteo.

“Anyways, now to the actual speech. I have known Matteo since the eight grade. I think it is fair to say that we have done a lot of growing up together because otherwise, we would not be here, nor would I have this.” Gastón briefly gestured to his own wedding ring. “So with some common sense, you can figure out that I obviously was there when Matteo and Luna first met. Well, actually that is not true… but who cares. I still have been watching this tennis match of courtship for the past ten years. I can’t tell you how relieved I am that this day has finally come. I can finally breathe easy.”

“It all started when our bride almost ran the groom over on skates at Cancun in 2016. This has been a a heated argument between them ever since, since neither of them will actually admit to it. I am sorry Luna, but for today, I am obligated to be on Matteo’s side. After that first encounter, it has been a journey of shouting matches and romantic skating routines. But here we still are, because no matter what happened to you two, it was always obvious that there has been a burning fire between you two. Almost like a sun and the moon were pulling you towards each other.”

“We can talk about all the times Matteo has literally “fallen” for Luna. I refrain for going into any more detail about that, except that I almost had a heart attack after hearing about the incident. So I direct this to Simon & Co: Next time Matteo almost kills himself while I am in another country, I wanna hear about it directly.”

“Luna, you are amazing. Bursting ball of energy that will never run out, which is against at least all of the laws of Newton. Only Matteo can keep up with you at times. You put 100 to everything you do, and everyone who knows you can appreciate that. It is impossible to be around you and not smile. Matteo is in good hands with you.”

“So, not all of you were there, but let me tell you that Matteo made everyone cry at my wedding, so it is only fair that I should return the favor. Matteo, you said that I was the one who took pity on the poor new Italian kid. That “taking pity” was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made because that made you my brother. I would do it hundred times again. I don’t know what I would do if you had not sat down next to me at school on that day. You are my brother, and I love you, no matter what dumb things we get up to. Even if we don’t have any bonds by blood, what we have is stronger than that.”

“So, Luna and Matteo, if you now turn to look at each other, the person who has the power to kill you is sitting in front of you. I know the two of you will be very happy, so let's just all raise our glasses once again. To Matteo Balsano and Luna Valente-Balsano!”

After the speeches were finished, it was time for Luna and Matteo’s first dance. Luna had gone through bit of a Frozen obsession when they had visited Disneyland and had listened to the soundtrack on repeat. Her excitement had been limitless after Nina had told her that there also was a musical version, and then that soundtrack had been blasted on repeat for at least two months. Now their first dance was to What Do You Know About Love which pretty much described her and Matteo perfectly. The song started playing and they broke out into a perfect choreography, that they had been training for almost a year.

Matteo took the stage after they finished the father-daughter dance, as well as the mother-son dance which Luna had originally thought they’d skip, but Matteo had actually asked Sofia on his own accord to dance with him in honor of his late mother, starting to sing the Italian version of Alla Voy from his first album. Luna of course could not stay put and soon enough she was dancing on the stage with Matteo, and the song ended up being a duet.

“So, now, me and Luna wanna dedicate this next song and dance to the people we both have, who are no longer with us. We love them, and they will forever be in our hearts.” Matteo said as he and Luna got off the stage, and started dancing to a song called He Lives In You.

Matteo’s cousin took the stage after the dance, singing one of his earlier singles Rescata mi Corazon. Matteo’s friend Francesca joined him and they sang together a song that was apparently their school anthem.

The cake was brought after Simon and the Roller Band had finished playing Valiente. The cake was a chocolate-strawberry cake —surprisingly Luna and Matteo had not fought about this one— covered in white frosting. Luna almost covered Matteo’s whole face in it as they smashed pieces of cake into each other’s faces.

Then they danced, and danced, and danced until Francesca got up to the stage again and sang the last song of the night, called Ti Creo. She was accompanied by her husband and Federico, and his wife provided the backing vocals.

As it was almost time to call it the night, there was only one thing left to do. Luna had been adamant about the bouquet toss being the last thing she did. She turned around as all the unmarried girls lined up behind her. The line-up was considerably smaller than in Ambar’s or the weddings that had followed her, but it did not matter. Luna lunged the flowers into the air and soon enough heard victory yells, from two voices.

Luna turned around and saw Jim and Yam holding the bouquet together and jumping up and down for joy.

“So from the rate of one to ten, how would you rate the marriage this far?” Matteo scooped Luna into his arms after she had thrown the flowers.

“I don’t know,” Luna laughed, “Eleven. Look,” they turned their eyes to the sky where the full moon loomed over them. “Even the moon is celebrating us.”

“And there is no arguing with that.” Matteo laughed and picked Luna up twirling her around.

Okay, wow... I can't believe I just did that. I wrote a Lutteo wedding, and had fun while doing it!

Okay, lest be real here, I am so thankful for everyone who has read this story. And I have a question: This story is at an end... but comment if you want the honeymoons. I am not making any promises, but tell me if you want them

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