theirs- an assembly of anecdotes from the croft's, picani's, and others

= The One With Remy and Emile's Wedding =

•Mid
•December 3rd, XX28
•Remy's POV
•Contains: cursing, brief mention of suicide
•title is self explanatory. enjoy.

(reminder- remy used he/they pronouns, and he/they pronouns will be used in this one shot and forward. yes, this will be addressed more in the future. [if requested i could dedicate an entire chapter to it lmao])

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Remy was standing in front of a mirror in a suit and heels, adjusting a red bowtie and trying to decide if he liked the way he was dressed through his usual brown-tinted sunglasses.

It was his wedding day, yes- Emile had, in a way, proposed back on the day that Remy had died, so of course this was just the next step. Really they'd just hopped back on the plan they'd made in middle school- move in together, get married, go to college... maybe that wasn't the order they'd planned it in, but that was how it was gonna go regardless.

In all honesty, Remy had wanted to get married back in August, or perhaps even the day after they'd died, but then the two started looking at houses and Remy was having a hard time letting Emile out of their sight for a good two months, so things got pushed back. But as soon as the two had bought more clothes and Remy had gotten settled in to his new dead life, a date was finally set.

It really all was a bit confusing when he first heard of everything- they'd had a conversation about how the wedding would go the day before. They'd go down to a local court, get a very ghostly certificate of marriage signed, go home, and that would pretty much be it. They'd celebrate however they wanted to. Emile had mentioned they could take an uber to the courthouse, but upon Remy's question as to what would happen if a ghost car crashed into another ghost car, the two decided they'd just walk instead. It wasn't very far anyway.

So that was where the two were going. Any moment now. Remy had his hands on his hips as he continued staring at himself in the mirror, mind racing just a tad. Any moment now. Any moment now, Emile would walk out of the bathroom wearing the suit he'd picked out for himself, and Remy would probably swoon so hard they'd have to reschedule the wedding date. If they could just keep themselves calm and collected maybe that wouldn't happen, but when was Remy ever known to be just that?

Any moment now. He wasn't even this nervous for his own death. The bathroom door clicked open, and Remy bit the inside of his cheeks. The two dead lovers made eye contact first thing through the mirror, and Remy slowly slid his sunglasses off his face. Just how he'd expected- Emile was stunning.

"...Hey, fiancé," Emile slowly said, moving forward in his pink suit, towards Remy, prompting Remy to turn and face him. Emile placed his hands on Remy's hips and slid them back behind their suit jacket, grazing the small of their back, all the while Remy stared down at his soon-to-be-husband, flustered thoughts trying to form a response.

"Uh... yeah. Mhm. Hey."

"You're gorgeous, honey."

"So are you."

A smile tugged at both of their lips. Remy leaned forward to kiss him, but Emile gently pushed him away with a laugh. "Wait until we're married, at least. For the fun of it."

"That's a walk and some paperwork away, Emerald," he held Emile's hips as well.

"For the fun of it, Mocha."

"Alright, alright."

Both did manage to contain their wishes to kiss each other then, as they walked hand in hand out of their home- situated nicely in the woods- to where the wedding chapel was located. A dead priest met them there, and looking back, the thought of a dead priest wedding them was a very creepy thought but considering both grooms here were also dead it wasn't that surprising the priest was dead as well. It also wasn't surprising that the dead priest in question looked Remy up and down a few times upon their first meeting, and he could've done that for a few reasons, really, as all three of them sat down together in a small office in the courthouse.

"...Hm, you're that one locally famous serial killer that killed himself a few months back, aren't you?"

Not surprising. Emile shot a look at Remy, and Remy just bit back the urge to say I didn't kill myself, my ex-boyfriend stabbed me because I killed his stupid fuck of a brother. It wouldn't matter if that information got out to a fellow dead person but still, Remy said nothing.

"Apparently murdering people will give you that kind of legacy, won't it?" They smirked, humoring themselves a bit. The priest nodded along, slowly, not amused.

"And..." he turned to look at Emile, "And you're marrying him? Willingly?"

He smiled sincerely. "Absolutely."

"Long story," Remy mumbled. "Like... two books worth."

"Alright, then," the priest blinked a few times. "So we are able to continue on with the certificate signing?"

"Yep."

The priest reached into the desk he'd sat himself at and pulled out a blank marriage certificate. "Great. I'm sure you both already realize, but I do have to remind you that this marriage is only legally binding in the world of the dead, these documents will not transfer to the living world. If either of you choose to change your last name the same thing applies, nothing on your birth certificates will be altered. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Emile nodded, and Remy did as well.

"Perfect. You both can sign it now."

Remy blinked to himself as the certificate was passed over to his almost husband, and it hit him how easy this entire exchange was. It suddenly became apparent that this all really was happening, as well, and that literally with a few strokes of a pen and a couple words Emile would finally be his husband.

The certificate and pen were then passed to Remy, from Emile's hands, which were shaking ever so slightly, him probably having the same realization as Remy. The latter quickly signed their name where it was required, and the two so-close-to-being husbands made brief eye contact, breath catching in their throats as they did so. The priest began to sign his name as a witness.

"By the power vested in me by the dead of the state of Florida, you two are now husband and husband. Congratulations, here's your certificate, if you have any questions you have this court's number."

Husband.

Remy and Emile shook hands with the priest, and then they walked out of the court hand in hand, silently, both of their hearts pounding out of their chests.

It was real.

Standing still on the sidewalk, both still said nothing for a decent amount of time, until they finally looked over at each other, letting out the breaths they had been holding.

"...Hey, husband," Remy mumbled. Emile grinned.

The excitement finally caught up to them, and Remy kissed his husband right on the lips like he'd been wanting to all day then, picking him up at the hips and spinning him in a circle. Emile kissed him through giggles and laughs, and then they held each other close, embracing like if they let go the world itself would end.

But they knew it wouldn't.

"Let's go home, my dear."

"Alright, my angel-of-a-husband."

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Took me a hot sec to get this out because I kinda got myself into a new show lmao-

See ya in the next one!