"So, what are we gonna wear?" Soap asked, as he drew in his 42nd journal. The kids were sleeping, and Simon was sitting next to his partner. "What do you mean, what are we gonna wear?" "I mean, fer our weddin'." "Oh."
Ghost tapped his chin in thought. "Good question. Umm..." "Well, I have some ideas." The Scot flipped through his journal, until he got to a page with detailed pictures of him and Simon. "I was thinkin' that maybe I would wear a kilt with a suit shirt. And maybe ye could wear a faded red suit with gold collar 'n' sleeve cuffs."
"So, I'll be wearing pink." Ghost raised an eyebrow and tilted his head forward slightly. "Umm..." The Scot looked down at his sketches and gulped. "I like the idea." "Oh, okay."
"I was also thinkin' you could wear one o' yer masks, if it'd make ya more comfortable."
Simon examined the drawings carefully. "Color scheme?" He looked at John. "I was thinkin' pastels." "Hmm. Not too overwhelming. Like it." The Brit nodded. "Of course, our little Pick of Destiny will be th' Flower Girl." "And our Crow will be the Ring Bearer."
Soap waved his hands excitedly. "Oooh! I'm so excited, Simon! We're gonna be together!" "Aren't we already together?" Simon chuckled. "Awy 'n' bile yer heid, ya daft bastard. Y'know what I mean."
"So, when were you wanting to hold the wedding, luv?" "I was thinkin' we'd have it in the Spring. Y'know, because Spring means new beginnings." The Brit hummed and nodded in agreement.
The two men discussed their plans deep into the night.
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Star-Crossed Lovers
FanfictionAn updated version of Don't Want to Miss a Thing, ...And the Rest is Drag, Unknown Soldier. The reason why I'm updating this is because when I first wrote the fics, I knew VERY little about the fandom, characters, etc.
