𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

i do, apparently 💍

A wedding. Kind of. Definitely. Somehow.

The courtyard of the Iron Lion base, an old brick archway covered in creeping moss and a few paper lanterns strung together by Vicky in a panic, had never hosted a wedding before. 

It looked more like a war camp than a chapel. And yet, here they were.

Bea stood barefoot on the worn stone, in a white button-down shirt she definitely stole from Nancy, and a flowy skirt Sonya dug out from a trading trunk last minute. 

Her hair was curled and pinned back. There was grass in it. No one cared.

Nico, gods help him, was in a black shirt still damp from the sea, sleeves rolled, and the boots he swore were lucky. He looked like he'd wandered into a wedding after murdering someone on the docks. His hair? An absolute mess.

Vicky was tearing up. Matt looked like he aged ten years in the last twenty minutes.

Gally held a small book and muttered, "Why am I officiating, again?"

"Because you lost a bet," Thèrèse hissed from the front row.

Bea stood across from Nico, holding his calloused hand, grinning like she'd just outsmarted the entire world.

"So... marriage," Gally muttered, flipping through the pages. "You want the short version or the dramatic one?"

"Short," Bea said. "Dramatic," Nico said at the same time.

They both burst out laughing.

"Alright then," Gally sighed. "Do you, Nico — pirate, pain in the ass, occasionally brooding, take this woman, Bea — archer, menace, chronic over-thinker as your wife?"

Nico glanced at Bea, and she raised an eyebrow like she was daring him to flinch.

"I do," he said quietly.

"And do you, Bea, take this man, currently looking like he lost a knife fight with a thunderstorm, to be your husband?"

"Yeah," Bea said. "Yeah, I really do."

"Alright, kiss or whatever," Gally muttered.

Nico reached for her face like she was the only solid thing left in the world. Bea pulled him in by the shirt.

Their kiss was awkward and breathless and too fast and not fast enough.

Nancy was full-on sobbing in the back. Hugo screamed, "YEAH PIRATE BOY." Frypan popped something fizzy and it exploded on Minho.

Harriet just rubbed her eyes and muttered, "They got married in twenty-four hours. What the hell."

Bea and Nico pulled apart, slightly stunned, entirely grinning.

"So," Nico whispered, "you still want breakfast?"

"Too late," Bea whispered back. "You're mine now."

They didn't have a proper reception. But there was music. Laughter. Lanterns flickering over stone. Someone lit a bonfire. Minho and Thomas danced barefoot on the grass. Sonya, Nancy and Vicky shared one too many drinks. Aris caught the bouquet by accident and screamed.

And as the night faded into quiet murmurs and ocean wind...

Bea and Nico slipped away, hand in hand, hearts still racing.

Just two reckless kids in love.

Finally, married.