Lost Souls

Epilogue

Nobody ever expects anything good to happen on a day when it was raining.
But there Arthur was, walking up an aisle filled with all the people he knew while water poured from the sky outside.
Alister was leading him along and Peter was waddling along behind them with two rings sitting on the cushion in his hands. Alfred and Matthew stood in the church pews with their boyfriends, smiling brightly at the event.
Everything that had gone wrong was settled now. Francis found the couple a small house just outside the town, which was only a short walk away from Matthew and Alfred's houses, they had adopted a little kitten who liked to mess with Arthur's yarn when he knitted, and they had plans to honeymoon in France.
Everything was looking up.
Arthur reached his soon-to-be husband and Alister stepped aside
The priest babbled on and on about something idk I've never been to a wedding while Arthur stared into Francis's ocean blue eyes. He swam in them, knowing full well that Francis was exploring the wilderness in his.
Soon enough, the priest said something about kissing the groom and Francis dove in, laying a gentle smooch on his lips.
There was cheering and somebody threw a croissant. Francis caught it, laughing joyously before he placed it in Arthur's shaking hands.
"Wtf?" Arthur lifted an eyebrow.
"Zhrow it back." Francis whispered softly. Arthur nodded and turned away from the crowd, throwing the pastry(?) over his shoulder. He heard some growling and screeching, as if a fish was thrown into a herd of cats. When he turned around, Matthew was standing atop a pile of dishevelled guests. The left sleeve was ripped off his suit and his face was covered in blood, but he was smiling and holding the croissant up in victory.
Gilbert stood off to the side, eyes wide.
"I'm in fucking love." He muttered to himself.
Francis chuckled, grabbing Arthur and lifting him onto his back.
"Come on, mon Cher!" He chuckled. "Our chariot awaits!"
Arthur laughed along with his love, wrapping his arms around his neck and letting himself be carried out into the streets. He knew that everything was going to be alright from now on.
As long as Francis was by his side, he could live without fear.

And it's over guys :(
I won't be doing another fic for a week. I have to set some time aside for Prucan week, plus I have no ideas and I have college. But I'll still be somewhat active....probably.
Anyway! Thanks for reading this!
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