Forever and Always
Summary: Just some thoughts on how marrying Simon would go in my head. Grossly fluffy. Read at your own discretion.
Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Warnings: None, soft and SFW
Word Count: 450ish
There is no big wedding. There are just not too many people left from his side of the family and you don't get along too well with yours either. Neither of you are the type of person he would enjoy a big celebration with all the attention on you anyways.
He takes you away on a trip away from the city, takes a few weeks off of work and rents a cabin for the two of you so you could spend time just enjoying each other's company without life getting in teh way.
He insisted on you getting a dress even though you didn’t want to spend that much money on something you’ll just wear once. Please. For me. I'd like to see you in one.
It’s not a conventional wedding at all, but you like it like that. He is the one in the room with you, helping you lace up your dress, kissing your neck and shoulders and telling you how pretty you are, how he is so, so lucky that you are his and how he can’t wait for you to be his wife, to keep you forever.
You walk down to the lake hand in hand, you can’t keep your eyes off of each other, he looks so good in his suit and he can’t help himself from grinning, a sight that is so rare.
He’s so pretty in the warm light of the sunset, blond hair almost glowing and his scars look like shooting stars on his skin. You tell him and he gets so flustered.
It’s a warm evening and the sun is slowly setting beyond the forest. He has a speech prepared and his hands are shaking as he unfolds the paper to read it out to you.
His words are so kind, so soft, so genuine. It is about how you met, how hard he fell for you and how incredibly lucky he is that he has you.
You speak too, but you are less prepared than he is, speaking from your heart. You tell him what he needs to hear, how beautiful he is, how easy it is to love him, how grateful you are for every day with him. He is trying so hard not to cry but ultimately he can't help himself.
You can’t help but giggle as he puts the ring on your finger, you are just so excited that you are here together.
You almost drop the ring when it’s time to put it on his. Easy, girl. No need to hurry. I’m not running away.
You stand there for a moment, just staring at the rings on your fingers, in disbelief that you finally did it.
Can I kiss the bride now?
You kiss, and then you just hold each other for a long, long time, sitting on the beach and watching the sun finally set. It’s perfect like this.
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(Slight L & Co spoilers but nothing too plot relevant so it’s probably fine)
Hc that after wearing blue socks instead of pink to the Fittes Ball to match with Lucy, Lockwood starts constantly trying to match his socks to her outfit because they are a PROFESSIONAL agency thank you very much and he will NOT be seen clashing with his fellow agents plus he’s v in love with Lucy and thought it would be cute if they matched. If Lucy is wearing a colour that doesn’t match pink then he Will Not Be Caught Dead with pink socks on. If she’s wearing green he will wear green socks. Purple? You bet he has a purple pair stashed away somewhere.
Thing is, Lucy starts to catch on. And while she does think it’s adorable, she will purposely start to mess with him. She’ll be wearing a nice blue sweater and Lockwood will be happily matching his socks but then he’ll turn around and SHE’S TAKEN THE SWEATER OFF TO REVEAL A BRIGHT RED SHIRT UNDERNEATH. WHAT IS THIS. Lucy and George are laughing their asses off and Lockwood is trying not to have an aneurysm because His Agents Are Not Being Very Cooperative.
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