A Pixie Problem

Chapter Fifty: Happily Ever After

Marinette POV: Saturday, December 5th, 2026   

Oh gosh, where do I even start? Today was supposed to be the most magical day of my life, but right now, it feels like I'm starring in a comedy of errors.

It began with me waking up to the sound of my alarm blaring. Except, being the klutz I am, I accidentally knocked my phone off the nightstand while trying to hit snooze. It fell with a loud thud, waking up poor Tikki who was curled up beside me. 

Once I finally managed to silence the alarm, I stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping over the cat who decided my feet were the perfect place to sprawl out. After giving Alfred, the cat an apologetic pat on the head, I shuffled my way to the bathroom, half-awake and already feeling frazzled.

Then came the makeup disaster. I thought I could handle it on my own but attempting to recreate those fancy YouTube tutorials turned out to be a big mistake. Liquid eyeliner? More like liquid disaster. I ended up with wings that could have soared straight into outer space. Tikki tried to help by suggesting I simplify, but in my panic, I only made things worse. 

I finally gave in and asked Steph for help. She was waiting right outside my door, make-up already in hand. Cass was right behind her holding my dress. Babs was behind her, with tons of hair pins and ties in her lap. 

Steph thankfully fixed my make-up to perfection in the matter of minutes. Next up, the dress. Oh, the dress. It's gorgeous, don't get me wrong—white with delicate pink shimmer that make me feel like a princess. But trying to get into it was like trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded. Zippers jamming, buttons that seemed to disappear, and my hair getting caught in places it definitely shouldn't. Even with the girls' help, it was a catastrophe. 

Lastly was my hair, Babs had me sit in a chair in front of my dresser while she curled my hair into delicate waves and bradded back some strands from my face. By the end of it all I felt like a princess all dolled up for a ball. 

That moment lasted for about thirty seconds, which was when I realized I didn't have my bouquet. 

And of course, no wedding day would be complete without a bouquet mishap. I had carefully arranged it last night, but this morning, I couldn't find it anywhere. Cue the frantic search around the house, tearing through closets and peeking under beds. Turns out, it had somehow ended up in the fridge. 

Ugh, thanks a lot Jason!

Through all this chaos, though, there's a part of me that can't help but laugh. This day is about more than perfect makeup or flawless coordination—it's about marrying the love of my life. So, even though my morning was a comedy of clumsy mishaps, I know that when I finally walk down that aisle, none of it will matter. Because at the end of it all, I'll be marrying my best friend, and that's the greatest adventure of all.   

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Damian POV: Same morning but on the opposite side of the manor

I woke with a start, the weight of the day crashing down on me like a boulder. Today was the day. The day I, Damian Wayne, would be wed. I glanced at the clock, the numbers glaring back at me in their digital arrogance. 6:30 AM. Father always said punctuality is the mark of a Wayne. I swung my legs out of bed, the sheets tangling around my ankles in a pointless attempt to detain me.

"Good morning, Little D," Grayson's voice drifted through the door, as if he didn't realize that intruding on my personal space before my morning espresso was an offense punishable by broken bones.