#but as it stands enjoy a little taste of marrying glow-in-the-dark Saeran

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Mystictober Day 29-- Fairy Tale

You and Saeran get married (1.2k words).  Set after Glow-in-the-Dark.

“This has never happened before,” Jaehee reports, “In the two-thousand year history of this kingdom, no monarch has ever performed a wedding ceremony.”

“Hey, I offered to do it myself,” you point out, adjusting your formal armor. “Where’s Zen? I feel like he did this wrong.”

Zen looks up from polishing the knee plate on his own formal armor. “I don’t think you’re allowed to perform your own ceremony,” he muses, “But I could’ve done it.” Traditionally, wedding ceremonies are performed by knights, though Royal Wizards have been known to fulfill the role in a pinch. 

“Yoosung wanted to make history,” you shrug, “Again.” Ever since Yoosung expanded the protections of marriage to all couples in the kingdom, regardless of gender or class, you and Saeran began considering the possibility of getting married. This, of course, will put you in the line of fire from Saeran’s father, but in your opinion, it’ll be worth it if you can be assured you’ll get to spend forever with the man you love. “Are you sure the breastplate is on right?” 

“It’s on right,” Zen assures you, offering his arm, “But we should probably get going.” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, accepting Zen’s gesture and holding out your other arm for Jaehee. 

“Good luck, MC,” says Jaehee as she takes your arm. You suppose that the situation doesn’t call for very many more words than that, but Jaehee offers them anyway. “You and Saeran… will be very happy together. And I’m sure the ceremony will be beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you nod, “Do you think my armor’s on right?” 

“Definitely,” Jaehee assures you. You shrug, trusting her judgment.

With that, the two of them escort you into the throne room, where Yoosung is waiting for you at the foot of his own throne. It’s still strange to see him in a crown, though he’s been King for a year now. After depositing you in front of Yoosung, your other friends fall back, taking their ceremonial places behind the throne. 

“I’m so fucking nervous,” you whisper to your childhood best friend. You missed Yoosung in the dressing room, but you know it wouldn’t have been proper for him to go in there prior to the event. As King, he has to hold himself to certain standards of politeness lest his authority be questioned. This is especially true considering the particular wedding ceremony that he’ll be performing today. 

“Don’t be,” he squeezes your hand, the same way he used to when you were a child afraid of the dark. “Everything will go over well— I promise.”

There isn’t much more time for words after that, because Saeran steps into the hall, flanked by Saeyoung and Jumin. Saeyoung, who told you his real name in confidence the day after your knighting ceremony, is still dressed in purple to match his stunning aura. His white hair is colored red artificially in accordance with the expectations of the kingdom. Your friends have agreed to avoid sharing too many details about the twins’ powers with anybody outside of your circle, which necessitates keeping the events of last spring as discreet as possible.

Jumin is also dressed to the nines in his customary formal attire. Walking between the pair of them, Saeran somehow manages to stand out, despite the simplicity of his formal blue magic users’ robes. Saeyoung has cast some sort of spell so that the maroon carpet leading up to the throne turns to a bed of flowers as Saeran walks on it. It looks beautiful now, though you’re certain it’ll be a mess to clean up later; you make a mental note to return after the ceremony to assist the servants with whatever they require of you as they restore the grand room to its original state. 

“Are you ready to present the rings?” Yoosung asks once Saeran has established himself across from you. 

“Yes,” you nod, holding back tears as you locate the ring you prepared to give to Saeran. The two of you decided against sappy public vows in favor of a simple ring ceremony. After all, there are no secrets between the pair of you anymore. Both of your feelings have been out in the open for a very long time. “I… learned to use the forge so I could make you this ring out of the armor I was wearing the first time I defended you as a knight.” You slide the band onto Saeran’s slender finger. 

Now it’s his turn to present you with something shockingly jewel-encrusted. It reminds you a bit of the sorts of things he used to conjure for you, although such feats have become nearly impossible since he lost his powers. “I stole this from my father’s house,” he informs you as he eases the ring onto your finger. The concept is romantic, of course, but it leaves you with more questions than you’d have expected to harbor on your wedding day. 

“What?” You can’t help but ask. “Saeran, when—” Without his powers, Saeran would’ve needed to physically enter his father’s palace to retrieve the ring for you. You have no idea where he could have possibly found time for that.

Sensing a conversation that probably should not be held in public, Yoosung cuts in. “Sir MC, Mage Saeran, you are now married in the eyes of the crown. All… illegal use of the royal forge and…” He swallows, “Theft from the royal vaults of other kingdoms is hereby pardoned.” Yoosung does not necessarily have the authority to pardon anyone for crimes committed outside of his jurisdiction, but it’s a very nice thought. 

You take advantage of the resulting cheer from the crowd to turn to your new husband. “When did you manage to… get this, my love?” You turn your hand to and fro, admiring every angle of the ring. It’s clearly worth a great deal of money, but it’s understated enough that you could easily wear it under your armor or during combat training. 

Saeran shrugs. “It’s pardoned now,” he informs you with a sly smile. You wonder how much of this he planned, and how much is just a happy coincidence.

“I’m gonna need more details,” you decide. 

“I’ll give them to you,” Saeran cups your face in his hands, bringing you close. “It’s our wedding night, so we’ll get lots of time alone together. But you have to be patient, or else you’re gonna get transformed.” It’s not a new threat, but it’s much funnier now that Saeran has no feasible way of following through. 

You giggle at the outlandish idea before the implication of his words resonates, at which point you break out into a raging blush. As he spends more and more time in society, Saeran seems to get more and more smooth. “I’d like to see you try,” you taunt him playfully, allowing him to draw you into his arms. It’s a good thing indeed that the pair of you will shortly be getting lots of time alone together.

[ashroseevans]

Types of Thoughts

Anxiety isn't just something that disappeared in Saeyoungs life after he reunited with his brother and married the love of his life. It just became something easier to manage with someone so understanding by his side.

Paranoid

He looked at the girl sitting next to him on the couch with a book in her hands. He had his own work that he should probably be working on, but he couldn’t focus. He pushed up his glasses and turned to look back at the lines of code on the screen. He poised his hands over the keyboard but something flashed, catching his eye. The wedding ring on his finger caught the light. He found himself starting to play with it as thoughts started swirling in his head.

She doesn’t love you like you love her. It’s pity. She only pities you.

She’s not like that. She wouldn’t marry me out of pity. She’s not that kind of girl.

Trust me. She doesn’t.

He looked at her, her soft hair and her eyes scanning the words. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

She wouldn’t understand how you feel.

He was just about to turn his head and try to focus on work again when she looked up at him, this time.

“Saeyoung?” She said.

“Hmm?”

“S’everything okay?”

He found himself smiling at her. She was so cute! “Yeah, just feeling a little… paranoid.”

She shifted around so that she was leaning on his arm as she read. “Well, if you want to talk about it, I’m right here,” she said and looked up at him. “I love you, so I’ll listen if you want to talk. About anything.”

Saeyoung blinked a few times at her before he smiled widely and practically tackled her down in a fierce hug. He nuzzled her and held her tightly.

“I love you, too!” He said excitedly. “So much that it hurts sometimes,” he kissed her cheek and she giggled, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’re so cute, meow,” she said.

“You’re cuter, meow,” he replied and kissed her properly.

Intrusive

He drove through town heading back to his home, bags of groceries in the back of his car. Ever since he and _____ started living together, he's had to make sure that there was food for her to eat. He wasn't about to let her eat like he did. It was already too late for him. Besides, her home cooking was probably some of the best things he’s ever had. Next to Honey Buddha Chips, of course.

The road was dark, not very many other people were on the road this late at night. _____ may have been pretty understanding about his irregular work schedule, but it was really starting to frustrate him. It was rare that he would go to bed at the same time as her, or even be able to eat meals with her.

He shook his head. He would just have to try harder to spend more time with her, take more breaks from work or even take on less jobs.

What if you just quit working all together?

He pursed his lips. He couldn’t do that. How would he be able to spoil _____ with no money!? He wouldn’t, that’s how! Not being able to spoil his lovely wife would be like… not being able to eat Honey Buddha Chips or drink Dr. Pepper!

Pulling into the garage, he grabbed the grocery bags and walked to the door. When he answered all three security questions and walked inside, he saw _____ in the kitchen over the stove. He smiled and quietly put the bags down and snapped a quick picture.

“I’m home~” he sang.

_____ looked up at him and smiled sweetly. “God Seven! You’ve returned!”

“’Course! Can’t stay away from my angel for too long,” he said and opened his arms to her.

She happy entered his embrace and kissed his cheek. “Food will be ready soon,” she informed.

“Smell’s delicious.”

Anxious

Glowing computer screens at him as he sifted through the multitude of pictures. Picking out the best ones was going to be really hard. They were all so perfect! Every one of them had her in them, doing different monotonous everyday things. And she looked so beautiful in every single one of them. The wedding pictures he was definitely going to use, though, that was for sure.

He stared for a while at the one he took the other day when she was cooking food for him. God she was so perfect. What did he do to deserve such a wonderful woman? He sighed happily and added that picture into the “USE” folder on his desktop. As he was scrolling through the rest of the pictures, a weird sense of anxiety started to settle over him.

What if she doesn’t like it? What if she thinks that it’s too stupid or sappy? Oh god. What if she laughs at it?

Snap out of it Saeyoung! It’s for her! Of course she’s going to love it!

But what if she hates it?

A knock on the door cut through his circle of thoughts. Before he could react, the door opened and Saeyoung slapped on his keyboard frantically to hide what he was working on. He swiveled around in his chair and saw _____ standing in the doorway. She smiled at him.

“You know the rules,” he said and opened up his arms.

She giggled and walked over to him, sitting down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her shoulder, breathing in her scent.

“Whatcha need, meow?” he said.

“Our anniversary is soon, meow,” she replied and dug her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp.

He hummed and pressed his head into her hands. “I know. I was just working on your gift.”

“Oh really?” she said and kissed his forehead. “What is it?”

He chuckled. “It’s a surprise,” he winked at her.

She smiled and kissed his nose. “Well I’m sure I’m going to love it just as much as I love you,” she said sweetly and pecked his lips. “Take a break. Saeran decided to grace us with his presence this evening.”

Negative

“You’re going to fuck this up,” Saeran said, echoing what his twin brother was already thinking. “Do you even know how to cook?”

“I have a recipe. How hard can it be?” Saeyoung said.

Saeran sighed. “Why am I even out here, anyway?”

“You, dear brother, are going to be my guinea pig,” Saeyoung replied with a mischievous grin at his brother. “We only have a few hours before _____ gets back from shopping with Zen and Jaehee.”

Saeran sighed again and rested his chin on his palm. “Just get on with it.”

Without another word, Saeyoung looked at the recipe he printed out for (favorite food). He didn’t look too complicated so he should have no trouble making it. Right?

Right?

God, I really am going to screw this up royally…

Saeran nearly fell asleep on the counter when Saeyoung finally put the plate of food in front of him. He jerked up and looked at it.

“Well it certainly looks edible,” he said.

Saeyoung grinned and looked down at his own plate. “Well… moment of truth,” he gulped and took a forkful of the food and plopped the morsel in his mouth.

There was a moment of silence as both boys tasted the food. Saeran was the first to speak up.

“Well, you aren’t completely hopeless in the kitchen,” he said. “Just don’t cook without a recipe and you should be fine.”

Hopeless

Saeyoung took his glasses off and banged his head on the desk.

There is no way you’re going to finish this job by tomorrow! _____ is going to hate you if you have to work on your anniversary!

He barely registered that the door opened and the lights flip on until a gentle hand pressed on his back. _____ gently turned him around and sat on his lap, pulling his head into her. He wrapped his arms around her sulkily. They sat in silence like that for a while before _____ spoke up.

“Is everything okay, Saeyoung?” she asked in a soft voice.

His arms tightened around her and he sighed. “Not really.”

“do you want to talk about it?”

He pressed his forehead into her briefly before pulling away to look at her, golden eyes meeting her (e/c) ones. “This job is just taking longer than I had hoped,” he said honestly.

_____ smiled sweetly at him and kissed his forehead. “Don’t worry about it, just do a good job. We don’t want to tarnish you’re reputation, God Seven,” she teased lightly.

“God, seriously, what did I do to deserve you” he asked and kissed her.

“You were Defender of Justice Seven-Zero-Seven!” she smiled at him. “There’s a whole list of other reasons, too, of course.”

“Tell me?” he asked and looked up at her with the cutest kitten face he could muster.

She giggled. “You have work to do. But I’ll tell you tomorrow. Don’t forget to get some rest.”

“I won’t,” he said as he watched her retreat from his lair.

When the door closed, he turned back to look at the screens and tried to get back to work, replacing his glasses on his nose. Just when he started getting on a roll again, the door opened.

“Get up.”

Saeyoung blinked and looked up to see Saeran standing next to him. “Huh?”

“Get up,” he repeated. “I’ll finish the job. Go spend time with your wife.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Now get up before I change my mind,” Saeran said. “You just owe me big time.”

Saeyoung didn’t need any more convincing. He stood up. “Whatever you want! Thank you!” he said and rushed out of the room.

Illogical

Saeyoung and _____ didn’t emerge from their bedroom until well into the afternoon. _____ was practically glowing and Saeyoung was all smiles as he waddled behind her, arms around her waist and littering kisses all over her face and neck. They spent of the rest of the afternoon watching TV and just enjoying each-other’s company.

Around dinner time _____ looked up at Saeyoung. “I have to go pick up your gift now,” she said. “I’ll be back real quick, okay?”

Saeyoung smiled and kissed her. “Okay. Hurry back so we can have dinner and exchange presents.”

“I will,” she promised and kissed him again, leaving the house.

Saeyoung couldn’t help but watch as she left, memorizing the way her hips moved from side to side. She was so beautiful… once he heard the car drive off, he stood up and walked into the kitchen to make dinner.

Once it was served up on the plates, he walked into the living room and popped in the DVD he had been working on for days in between working on that job. He looked at his watch. It’s been almost forty five minutes since _____ left to get his gift. He frowned and as he started cleaning off the coffee table and set up candles and dinner, thoughts; unwanted and unnecessary; started flooding his mind.

What if she doesn’t come back? I know it’s not like her but it’s been almost an hour… She wouldn’t leave me on our anniversary, right?

Of course she wouldn’t. We would have talked. She would have told me if she was unhappy… Right?

Just as he placed the plates of food on the coffee table, he felt a pair of arms wrap snake around him. He visibly relaxed and let out a breath that could have easily been mistaken for a sigh of happiness.

“It looks delicious,” _____ said and nuzzled his back.

He smiled and turned around so he could hug her. “I hope it is,” he said.

“So do you want to exchange gifts before or after?” she asked.

“Hm… which ever you prefer,” he said and lifted her head by her chin so he could kiss her.

“Before, then. Yours might get impatient,” she said.

“Huh? Impatient?”

She didn’t answer, instead she pushed him down on the couch and put her hands over his eyes as a sign that he should close his eyes. Several heartbeats passed before she spoke.

“Hold out your hands,” she said playfully.

He felt himself blush as hot thoughts invaded his mind, but he held out his hands. Something small and furry was placed in his palms.

“Okay, open them.”

Saeyoung did as he was told and his golden eyes were met by a pair of green ones. A soft, curious sounding “mew” was heard as the orange kitten tilted his head to the side and looked at Saeyoung. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as he smiled widely.

“Oh EM GEE! She is so precious!” He said and brought the kitten to his face and nuzzled its soft fuzzy head.

_____ giggled and sat down next to him, curling up in his side. “She was roughhousing with the other kittens at the shelter and she just reminded me of you,” she explained.

“I love her!” he said and looked at his adorable, thoughtful, wonderful, amazing wife. “I love you, too,” he said and kissed her.

She happily and all too willingly returned it. “I love you, too, Saeyoung.”

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