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A Very Romaine Wedding

**Copied from my original book. I've been meaning to write a new Romaine wedding, but here's the original one. Following the events of Wildcard, Roshan and Tremaine realize that they could not stand to be apart from one another and finally tie the knot. Partially inspired by warcrossheadcanons on Tumblr. No warnings.

If you could choose for one of your favorite ships to get married - if they aren't already - who would it be and what would their wedding be like?**

There could not have been a lovelier day in the history of the world. The sky was blue as the tropical ocean, and the air was crisp and cool. The sun shone down with extra spirit and warmth today. It might've known just how special that day would be.

    The garden was lined with streamers of white and blue flowers that matched the colors of the clouds and the sky. White chairs spanned in lines across the grassy field. An altar was the pinnacle of the scene, a beautiful white arch that carried vines along its rungs.

     Roshan Ahmadi might have appeared calm, but his mind was a storm of excitement and nerves. He was taking deep breaths in order to calm himself, fidgeting with the blue bow tie around his neck. His dark hair was poufed into a cloud of fluffy curls, and his eyes shone with nervous energy. He waited inside the church with his family, who were all clustered around him in a fuss of taking photos and exchanging congratulations. Roshan didn't plan on seeing Tremaine before the ceremony, lest that result in bad luck.

    Both he and his very very soon husband-to-be had chosen a mix of their close friends as bridesmaids and groomsmen. This group, the men wearing black suits and the women in flowing blue gowns, now waited in a huddle outside. Of course, the group included Emika, Hammie, and Asher, but also a few other friends that had agreed to go.

    One of those friends was Kento Park, Roshan's most recent ex. Not long after their breakup did he apologize to Roshan and admit that he was very happy for him and Tremaine.

    Speaking of, Tremaine Blackbourne was also among this group. He fussed with the cuffs of his jacket so as to make it look like his hands weren't at all shaking. His eyes scanned the seats. Most of the seats were reserved for Roshan's family; not a single relative of Tremaine's had accepted or even bothered to reply to Tremaine's few invitations. Tremaine had even pushed the wedding off until he knew his mother would be out of rehab. After a while of reassuring smiles and kisses on the cheek and whispered promises that friends were just as valuable as family, Roshan had finally convinced Tremaine that his past didn't own him. It wasn't Tremaine's job to worry about his family...right?

    But then a painfully familiar face entered the area that nearly sent Tremaine into cardiac arrest. The woman, perhaps in her 40s, had Tremaine's iceberg eyes. She didn't have the same stark-white hair as Tremaine' that came from his father. The color of the woman's dress matched her eyes, and she had a navy blue shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her face seemed fuller, her cheeks rosier than Tremaine remembered, the results of rehab imminent.

Tremaine couldn't stop staring. His mother had showed up to his wedding. His eyes stung.

    Soon enough, he was standing by the altar, his hands still clasped to keep them from shaking. The sunlight accented his blue eyes, making them sparkle like multifaceted gems. He felt his mother's eyes on him. What would she think of him after all these years? What is there to say to each other after being apart for so long?

And just as quickly as time had passed before, Roshan was walking down the aisle to a peaceful hymn played on an organ. His excited smile made Tremaine's nerves melt away like butter.

"Hi," Tremaine whispered.

"Hi," Roshan replied, his voice soft but shaking with excitement. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," he smiled with a shaky breath as their hands linked.

"Dearly beloved," announced the minister. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Roshan Amahdi and Tremaine Blackbourne in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, that is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly."

Tremaine's eyes met Roshan's again as the minister continued. There was a shared nervousness, a shared nervous excitement. And it was real.

The vows were promised. The rings were given. Their personal vows were exchanged.

"Tremaine, do you take Roshan Ahmadi to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Tremaine proclaimed, eyes locked on Roshan.

"Roshan, do you take Tremaine Blackbourne to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

"Of course I do," Roshan replied, a giggle in his voice

And it wasn't until all that was dealt with that they finally, finally met in the kiss that began their marriage, their eternal love, their official bond. Roshan's arms wrapped around Tremaine's neck and Tremaine's arms found Roshan's waist. Time slowed in that moment, the applause of the audience filling their ears as they held each other close. From here on out, things could only get better and better.

At the reception, Roshan nudged Tremaine gently. "Notice anyone special?"

"I would've," Tremaine said coolly, "if I'd have been able to take my eyes off of you."

Roshan rolled his eyes.

After a pause, "She didn't RSVP...I didn't know she was coming."

Roshan grinned.

"What's that look for?"

"She didn't respond to your invite, true. But I couldn't imagine a mother not coming to her son's wedding, so I took matters into my own hands."

Tremaine took a moment to process this. "You mean, you're the reason she's here?"

"Well, obviously, you're the reason she came. But technically...yes," he giggled.

Tremaine chuckled, though his eyes stung with tears again. "I love you."

"I love you too, Tremaine."