(Y/N) is a high class lady with many suitors in coming, especially one named Francis. Arthur is a punk who preforms at the same pub every weekend. One night (Y/N) was devastated because Francis didn't show up, as she walked home who better to show u...
Who's ready to get married . . . good now let's get this over with.
(Y/N)s POV:
Once we announced our engagement the wedding plans didn't take long. Oliver would make the cake, Peter would be the ring barer . . . Or in this case ring sailor because we decided on a beach wedding. "Don't you lovebirds worry, I can get you a good wedding ceremony and reception at a hotel beach in Florida," Alfred said. "Thanks, Alfred." This friend of Arthur's was very energetic and happy. "Alright get to work you wanker." Wonder why it didn't rub off on Arthur. "Later dudes."
🎸the dress🎸
It was just me, my mother, and (BF/N). "Oh it's perfect," mom said.
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"It'll sway with the wind," (BF/N) said. "Do you have a headpiece for this?" "I know the perfect one," said the lady who was helping us.
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"Oh this is gor-geous," my mom said. "What about the barefoot sandals?" I asked. She came back with a box.
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"Mom, I'm ready for the wedding."
⚓️time for the wedding all the way in Florida⚓️
My hair was up, the bouquet was white roses, the guests could choose to take off their shoes—most did—and I felt nervous. "Dad I don't think—" "Don't, don't do this to yourself, (Y/N), Arthur is a good man, so good he'd call me and ask for your hand while he was still out at sea." I looked my dad dead in the eyes. "Is it true?" "That man at the end of that sandy alter loves you, and I know you love him," my dad kissed my forehead, "it's time we make it official." I held back tears, "thank you dad."
My bridesmaids dresses were a different shade of blue—now that I look at them in order they go from dark to light—(BF/N) and Oliver, Amy—an old friend—and Allistor, then Sera and Seamus, Jennifer and Liam, Audrey and Dylan, and lastly Ella—an old friend from America—and Alfred. Unlike his brothers, Alfred was in his Air Force uniform, so were other men in Arthur's side of the alter. The music began and it was my turn to walk down, sand at my feet, the wind blew my dress a bit, but I looked no farther then at the Captain who would soon be my husband. God he looks so handsome, I love a man in uniform. When we reached the end my dad put my hands in his and said his last words, "Take care of her." "I will Mr. (L/N)," Arthur said.
⚓️time skip, and I know more should be said here but I'm tired⚓️
We said our vows, Peter brought the rings, it's time for the I do's. "Do you, Arthur Kirkland, take (Y/N)(L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I could see the answer in his emerald eyes. "I do." Tears came out. "Do you, (Y/N)(L/N), take Arthur Kirkland to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Besides nod I gave the answer. "I do." "Then by the power vested in me," my heart was beating fast, "I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." I couldn't resist him and he couldn't resist me, I pulled him close and he cupped my cheeks. I heard nothing I just remembered all those moments with him that lead to now. They were so beautiful.
Arthur's POV:
When we separated I did the first thing that came to mind, I picked her up. "Are you ready to rock my love?" "Haha, oh my Romeo," she brought her face close, "I could do it all night." I ran down the sandy alter with my wife in my hands, and everyone threw rice and flowers. What will tonights reception bring.
