Snk Oneshots

Wedding Day {Marco x Reader}

While reading Wedding Dat, try listening to this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2Ug2yPPFqw

It's a soundtrack from Attack On Titan. Enjoy!

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“Marco!”

 

Marco is holding your hand, pulling you somewhere while you lag behind him, giggling. Marco leads you to a mysterious building. You somehow can’t see the outline of it. It’s just fuzzy.

 

“Ready?” Marco asks as you step into the building.

 

There’s another set of doors in front of you. Marco has his hand on it, ready to push the doors open at any time. You nod. He opens the doors in front of you, revealing a gigantic room. It’s white, with the windows showing nothing but green fields and blue skies. There’s an aisle in the middle of the room with gigantic pots with in it flowers on each side. You step through the newly opened door. Your gaze moves down to look at what you’re wearing.

 

Ah, you think, twirling around. A bridal gown.

 

Rose petals are falling all around as you walk through the aisle. The background is white. The chairs next to the aisle are empty. You’re left alone with Marco, the love of your life. Just like you wanted it to be. Your hand is in his soft hand, your fingers intertwined. The other is holding a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looks at you every now and then, amazed by the white gown you were in each time he looks at you. Your white bridal gown is trailing behind you. Your high heels are killing your feet, but you don’t care for that at this moment, of course. It’s the happiest moment of your life. You look at Marco, looking at his tiny little freckles, adoring his huge smile.

 

You squeeze his hand assuringly, looking at him. He turns to you. His eyes meet yours as tears of happiness well up in your (e/c) eyes. You feel like you could almost scream in delight. You keep walking forward, remembering to have a straight back and to lift your chin. You reach the end of the aisle and turn to fully face Marco. The priest has suddenly appeared there. But you just can’t wait for him to finish and pull the tie of Marco’s tuxedo to pull him towards you. Your lips touch. Even if this isn’t the first time you’ve kissed him, it always astounds you how soft his lips are. You kiss him, embracing him in your arms and pulling him towards you even more. He kisses back, of course.

 

“Marco?” you say, pulling his lips away for a moment.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I love you.”

 

Marco gives you a loving kiss before answering. “I love you more.”

 

You smile, looking into his eyes as the scene fades away. “I love you most.”

 

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You wake up.

You smile. The dream was about your wedding day that was so many years ago. You turn around to face Marco, who’s on the other side of the bed. You want to tell him about the amazing dream you had and talk to him about the wedding day, to remember how magical it was for you two. How indescribably incredible it was.

 

“Marco, I-”

 

Huh?

 

He isn’t there. The bed is empty. His side of the bed is cold. The bedsheets are wrinkled. His pillow looks like he hasn’t used it for a while.

 

Oh, that’s right, you remember sadly.

 

He had died years ago. You look at your hands. They’re wrinkled and pale. How long have you gone without him? Tears well up in your eyes as you stared longingly at the bed.

 

Marco, you think, tugging at the cold bedsheets.

I miss you.