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You link hands with Dr. G and grin at him. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be, I suppose.”
You both walk forward and push open the doors simultaneously.
You’re greeted by the heartwarming sight of all of your friends. Most of the ones you know really well are up at the front already—Papyrus and Sans are your best men, and Andrea is your maid of honor. (y/n) is up there too, but you’re not sure what to call them. Person of honor? Best person? Whatever, they’re there and they’re smiling and it’s sweet.
You honestly had never expected a big wedding. You hadn’t been all that kidding when you mentioned Vegas. But your mom got involved and absolutely insisted, and then she teamed up with Dr. G—they’re getting along pretty well these days, all things considered, after they bonded over their shared love of sappy romances—and before you knew it, they were gushing about pastels and flowers and cummerbunds. You figure if it makes Dr. G happy, it’s worth it.
You check his face as you walk down the aisle together. He catches you and smiles softly, squeezing your hand. You pass by your parents in the first row—your mom is crying, no surprise there, and your dad is scowling, but you can tell it’s mostly for show. He has his video camera out, and he wouldn’t bother recording if it actually bothered him that much. It seems nobody can resist Dr. G’s charms for long, you reflect happily.
Speaking of Dr. G, he’s pulling you up onto the raised stage and looking at you expectantly. Asgore, who is officiating, clears his throat. “I understand you’ve written your own vows?”
“Yes, we have,” you affirm. Dr. G had gone all starry-eyed at the thought of vows—apparently not common in monster ceremonies, but almost ubiquitous in his romance novels—so you had consented to do them, but the writing-your-own thing was your condition.
You go quickly over what you want to say in your head, then take a deep breath. “Doc—no, Wing Dings—“ He makes a face, but it’s affectionate. “I knew pretty much from the second time I met you that I would love you forever. There’s something about you, you know? You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, and you believed in me when nobody else did, you supported me through every challenge. You took a lonely, bored water dispenser and somehow saw something more, and now I’m the happiest theoretical physicist the world has probably ever known. Also—“ you grin wickedly— “You’re super hot.”
He blushes and makes another face, but soon resumes his look of quiet adoration.
“There are so many things I’d like to promise you. I wish I could promise you that we would always be happy, or that we would never fight, or that we would never have hard times. I can’t promise you any of that. But—I can promise that through everything, I’ll stay with you, by your side where I belong. And I’ll try to make you smile every day, and try to make you blush even more often. Not just because it’s cute, which it is, but mostly because it makes me happy to see you happy. But most of all, I promise to love you as best as I know how. And…” You run out of steam and conclude awkwardly, “Yeah.”
You’re pretty sure your father facepalms at that.
You peek up at Dr. G, however, and he’s beaming. Then he pulls out a sheet of paper from the pocket of his tuxedo and clears his throat. “(Y/N)…I wish I could say I loved you from the moment I met you, but frankly, it isn’t true. The first time I met you, and the second time, and perhaps even the third, I was absolutely flummoxed by your existence. Charmed, yes, but confused. I had never met a person quite like you. You’re brash, and bold, and you move forward where I cower behind. But—in a way that at first seemed contradictory—you’re also considerate, and kind, and somehow you managed to light up my life in a way I had never even thought possible, especially for someone like me. You brought happiness into my life in so many different ways. But, perhaps the most—and the most shocking—is that you made me…no, allowed me to love you. I don’t think ours is the kind of epic romance that people will read about someday, but I also don’t think it needs to be, because you will always be enough for me and more. I promise that I will be with you for as long as you let me stay, and I promise to love you with every fiber of my SOUL.”
That’s the cue that both of you had agreed on. This is, Dr. G informed you, the key point of monster marriage ceremonies and more or less the main event. You close your eyes and concentrate hard on focusing all of your being into a central point, beaming it outwards, and…
You open your eyes and your SOUL is there, a cheerful orange, bobbing slightly in the air. Dr. G’s is a mottled dark purple, with several cracks spidering across the surface, but it’s still the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. His SOUL advances towards yours and the two press together, entwining. Suddenly, the biggest rush of love you’ve ever felt comes over you, so intensely you worry you might fall to your knees. Dr. G supports you with his hands around your waist, though, and a strong sense of calm comes over you, still tinged with that feeling of love, as the two souls recede back into your respective chests.
Asgore smiles beatifically at you and Dr. G and says, “I suppose this is little more than a formality at this point, but (Your Name), do you take Wing Dings Gaster to be your husband?”
“I do. Definitely.” He hands you your ring, and you put it on, feeling like your heart might burst.
“And you, Wing Dings Gaster, do you take (Your Name) to be your spouse?”
“Absolutely.” You pass him his ring and he slides it on his left ring finger.
“Well then, by the power vested in me as…well, the king of all monsters, I now pronounce you married. You may now kiss each other.”
And, dipping him into a long, slow kiss, you think that you can’t imagine anything feeling more right.
The reception is well underway, with lots of food and laughter. It’s all very fancy. Your mother must have had fun.
(And Dr. G, too, you think with a wry smile as you see him debating the merits of tea over coffee with your mother.)
You see (y/n), and your face brightens. You take the flowers out of the vase on your table, shake the water off perfunctorily, and sprint towards them. “Hey, (y/n)!”
They turn towards you. “Yeah? WHOA, WHAT—“
“Catch!” you yell, chucking the flowers at their face.
They are saved by Papyrus, who comes out of nowhere and skillfully catches the flowers. “HO HO! YOUR SNEAK ATTACK WAS NO MATCH FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I HAVE CAUGHT YOUR BOUQUET!”
“Yes, you have,” you say dejectedly. “Papyrus, do you have a significant other?”
“A SIGNIFICANT OTHER WHAT?”
It’s going to be forever until Sans gets off his butt and proposes, then. You groan.
“why so blue?”
“I have so many dreams, Sans,” you say sadly. “So many dreams.” You stare at him sternly and say, “Like godchildren. When will you let me have my dreams, Sans?”
“whoa, what—“
(y/n) blushes and pulls Sans away. “(Your Name), stop defiling the skeletons!”
The corners of your lips curl up deviously. “Never.”
Speaking, again, of defiled skeletons, Dr. G is coming over to you and whispering, “It’s time for toasts.”
You let him lead you to the head of the table while everyone else collects themselves and sit down.
Your mother goes first, then your father, who is considerably less complimentary. Then goes Sans, who tells some embarrassing stories about Dr. G, then (y/n), then Papyrus, who pats his pocket, which has a thin square-shaped bulge in it, and says mournfully, “I MISUNDERSTOOD THE POINT OF THIS EXERCISE.”
Andrea isn’t going to deliver a toast at all, but you elbow her and she glares at you, then stands up. “I hate this couple and all that they stand for, but they offered me free food.” She pauses, then adds reluctantly, “And sometimes they’re not completely terrible. Thanks.” She sits down with a thump, and everyone claps bemusedly.
You mime a tear running down your cheek. “Andrea, you’re even worse at giving speeches than me.“
“Shut up,” she snaps.
The evening ends with the first dance between the newly married couple. You’ve been practicing for this for a while. The good news is Dr. G doesn’t have any feet to step on, so you figure you’re safe.
He cradles you close to him, and you sigh into his shoulder, swaying together. “Hey, Doc?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says softly, and presses a kiss against your forehead. “I really do.”
You let the moment last a bit longer, then, “And tonight I’m gonna—“ You start whispering into his ear.
His entire face turns black. “(Your Name)!”
You laugh happily. “Just keeping my promise to make you blush as often as possible, Doc.”
As he splutters, you hope for a lifetime full of this. You think that’s more than enough for you, too.